Por. Nothing is good, I see, without respect:
100 Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day.
[101] Ner. Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam.
Por. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark,
When neither is attended; and I think
The nightingale, if she should sing by day,
105 When every goose is cackling, would be thought
[106] No better a musician than the wren.
How many things by season season’d are
To their right praise and true perfection!