So her Guests took their leave, with a friendly adieu,
And, forthwith, to a neighbouring Lime Tree withdrew.
[p23] Their eyes now soon close, the night passes away,
And the Lark calls them up, at the first peep of day:
When, quickly descending, each shakes his bright plumes,
And with fresh expectation his journey resumes.
The Peacock is now more accustom’d to travel;
And less inclin’d, therefore, at trifles to cavil:
So, cheerfully lends his smooth wings to the breeze,
And with rapture extols ev’ry prospect he sees.