Classic Poem

The Princely Eagle, and the soaring Hawke,
Whom in their unknowne wayes there's none can chawke:
The Humberd for some Queenes rich Cage more fit,
Than in the vacant Wildernesse to sit.
The swift wing'd Swallow sweeping to and fro,
As swift as arrow from Tartarian Bow.
When as Aurora's infant day new springs,
There th' morning mounting Larke her sweete layes sings.
The harmonious Thrush, swift Pigeon, Turtle-dove,
Who to her mate does ever constant prove:
The Turky-Phesant, Heathcocke, Partridge rare,
The carrion-tearing Crow, and hurtfull Stare,
The long liv'd Raven, th' ominous Screech-Owle,
Who tells as old wives say, disasters foule.
The drowsie Madge that leaves her day-lov'd nest,
And loves to rove when day-birds be at rest:
Th' Eele-murthering Hearne, and greedy Cormorant,
That neare the Creeke in morish Marshes haunt.
The bellowing Bitterne, with the long-leg'd Crane,
Presaging Winters hard, and dearth of graine.
The Silver Swan that tunes her mournefull breath,
To sing the dirge of her approaching death.
The tatling Oldwi[v]es, and the cackling Geese,
The fearefull Gull that shunnes the murthering Peece.
The strongwing'd Mallard, with the nimble Teale,
And ill-shape't Loone who his harsh notes doth squeale.
There Widgins, Sheldrackes and Humiliteers,
Snites, Doppers, Sea-Larkes, in whole million flees.