BIRDS. 
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Atviragits. With fairest flowers, 
Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, 
I’ll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack 
The flower that’s like thy face, pale primrose ; nor 
The azured hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor 
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, 
Out-sweeten’d not thy breath : the ruddock would 
With charitable bill, (O bill, sore-shaming 
Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie 
Without a monument!) bring thee all this; 
Yea, and furr’d moss besides, when flowers are none, 
To winter-ground thy corse. 
Cymbeline, Act iv. Scene 2. 
THROSTLE. THRUSH. 
Bottom. The throstle with his note so true, 
Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act iii. Scene 1. 
Portia. ... if a throstle sing he falls straight 
a capering; 
Merchant of Venice, Act i. Scene 2. 
Autolycus. With heigh ! with heigh ! the thrush 
and the jay: 
Are summer songs for me and my aunts, 
While we lie tumbling in the hay. 
Winter’s Tale, Act iv. Scene 2. 
OUSEL-COCK. 
Bottom. The ousel-cock, so black of hue, 
With orange-tawny bill, 
Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act iii. Scene 1. 
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