BIRDS. 
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Everything did banish moan, 
Save the nightingale alone : 
She, poor bird, as all forlorn, 
Lean’d her breast up-till a thorn, 
And there sung the dolefull’st ditty, 
That to hear it was great pity: 
“ Fie, fie, fie,” now would she cry, 
“ Tereu, Tereu !” by-and-by : 
That to hear her so complain, 
Scarce I could from tears refrain; 
For her griefs so lively shown, 
Made me think upon mine own. 
Passionate Pilgrim, xix. 
LARK. 
Helena . Your eyes are load-stars; and your tongue’s 
sweet air 
More tunable than lark to shepherd’s ear, 
Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act i. Scene i. 
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, 
And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks, 
Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act v. Scene 2. 
Portia. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, 
When neither is attended ; 
Merchant of Venice, Act v. Scene 1. 
Autolycus. The lark that tirra-lirra chants, 
Winter’s Tale, Act iv. Scene 2. 
Dauphin. Nay, the man hath no wit that cannot, 
from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, 
vary deserved praise on my palfrey : 
King Henry V., Act iii. Scene 7. 
