. Bards and the birds; . foule sat lowest in the dale, And foules that liveth by seed sat on the grene, And that so many, that wonder was to sene. There might men the royall egle find, That with his sharpe looke perseth the Son, And other egles of a lower kind. Of which that clerkes well devisen con ; There was the tyrant with his fethers don, And grene, I mean the goshauke that doth pine To birdes, for his outragious ravine. The gentle faucon, that with his fete distreinethThe kings hand, the hardy sperhauke eke,The quailes foe, the merlion that peinethHimself full oft the larke for to
. Bards and the birds; . foule sat lowest in the dale, And foules that liveth by seed sat on the grene, And that so many, that wonder was to sene. There might men the royall egle find, That with his sharpe looke perseth the Son, And other egles of a lower kind. Of which that clerkes well devisen con ; There was the tyrant with his fethers don, And grene, I mean the goshauke that doth pine To birdes, for his outragious ravine. The gentle faucon, that with his fete distreinethThe kings hand, the hardy sperhauke eke,The quailes foe, the merlion that peinethHimself full oft the larke for to was the dove, with her eyen jelous swan, ayenst his deth that oul eke, that of deth the bode bringeth. The crane, the geaunt, with his trompes soune,The thief the chough, and the chattring pie,The scorning jaye, the eles foe the false lapwing, full of trecherie,The stare, that the couhsaile can bewrie,The tame ruddocke, and the coward kite,The cocke, that horiloge is of thorpes The eles foe the Heroune. Chaucek. THE ASSEMBLY OF FOULES I47 The sparowe Venus son, and the nightingaleThat clepeth ^ forth the fresh leaves new,The swalowe, murdrer of the bees smaleThat maken honie of fioures fresh of hew,The wedded turtell, with his herte pecocke, with his angel fethers bright,The fesaunt, scorner of the cocke by night. The waker gose, the cuckowe ever unkind. The popingey, full of delicasy. The drake, stroier of his owne kind, The storke, wreker of adoutry, The bote cormeraunt, full of glotony. The ravin and the crowe, with her voice of care,, The throstell olde, and the frostie feldefare. What should I say ? of foules of every in this world have fethers and might in that place assembled that noble goddesse of Nature,And eche of them did his busie cure,Benignely to chese, or for to takeBy her accorde, his formell or his make. And whan this werk brought was to an every foule Nature yave his
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