If to women he be bent, They are at commandement : If thou wake, he cannot sleep; 420 430 THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE LET the bird of loudest lay, But thou shrieking harbinger, To this troop come thou not near! From this session interdict Every fowl of tyrant wing, Keep the obsequy so strict. Let the priest in surplice white, And thou treble-dated crow, That thy sable gender makest With the breath thou givest and takest, 'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go. Here the anthem doth commence : ΤΟ 20 Death is now the phoenix' nest; Leaving no posterity: Truth may seem, but cannot be; To this urn let those repair Edinburgh: T. and A. ConstabLE, Printers to His Majesty הראיה קליס 60 |