172 SKETCHES OF BIRD LIFE. 



and there is a pretty sonnet by Gascoyne which 

 commences thus : 



" Of all the birds that I doo know, 

 Philip, my Sparrow, hath no peere ; 



For sit she high or lye she low, 

 Be she far off or be she neere, 



There is no bird so faire, so fine, 



Nor yet so fresh as this of mine." 



The beautiful picture of " Lesbia and her Spar- 

 row," by Sir Joshua Reynolds, the engraving of 

 which will be familiar to many, was suggested by 

 the poem by William Cartwright : 



" Tell me not of joy ; there's none 

 Now my little Sparrow's gone ; 



He, just as you, 



Would toy and woo ; 

 He would chirp and flatter me. 



Then would hop and then would run, 

 And cry ' Philip ' when he'd done. 



Now this faithful bird is gone ; 



O let mournful turtles join 

 With loving Redbreasts, and combine, 



To sing dirges o'er his stone." 





