115 With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
[117] The wren with little quill;
Tita. [Awaking] What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Bot. [Sings
The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
120 The plain-song cuckoo gray,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay;—
for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry ‘cuckoo’ never so?