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44 I found a poore Crane fitting all alone,
44 That from his breft fent many a throbbing grone ;
44 Groveling he lay, that fometime ftood upright;
44 Maim’d of his joynts in many a doubtfull fight:
44 His Afhie Coate that bore a glofle io faire,
44 So often kifs’d of the enamoured Ayre;
44 Worne all to rags, and fretted fo with ruft,
44 That with his feet he trod it in the duft:
44 And wanting ftrength to beare him to the Springs,
44 The Spiders wove their Webs even in his wings:
44 And in his traine their filmie netting caft,
44 He eat not Wormes, Wormes eat on him fo faft.
44 His wakefull eyes, that in his Foes delpight,
44 Had watch’d the walls in many a Winters Night,
44 And never wink’d, nor from their objeft fled,
44 When Heaven’s dread thunder rattled o’er his head,
44 Now covered over with dimme cloudie kels,
64 And fhrunken up into their (limy fhels.
54 Poor Bird that driving to bemone thy plight,
44 I cannot doe thy miferies their right;
44 Perceiving well he found me where I ftood,
44 And he alone thus poorly in the Wood :
44 To him I ftept, defiring him to fliow
44 The caufe of his calamitie and woe.” Folio edit. i6ig.
Whether this be an imitation of Shakfpeare, or the “ fequefter’d flag”
be an imitation of this, cannot now be afcertained; As You Like It, tho’
not printed till 1623, is conjectured by Mr. Malone to have been written
in 1600 : The &wle was not publilbed till 1604.
Another remarkable fimilarity, unnoticed by the commentators, occurs
in this Poem ; in As You Like It we have
44--the poor dappled fools,
t{ Being native burghers of this defert city.”
in The 0wle> the various birds are thus addrefted :
44 Quoth he, you foolijb Burgers of the Field.”
44 I found a poore Crane fitting all alone,
44 That from his breft fent many a throbbing grone ;
44 Groveling he lay, that fometime ftood upright;
44 Maim’d of his joynts in many a doubtfull fight:
44 His Afhie Coate that bore a glofle io faire,
44 So often kifs’d of the enamoured Ayre;
44 Worne all to rags, and fretted fo with ruft,
44 That with his feet he trod it in the duft:
44 And wanting ftrength to beare him to the Springs,
44 The Spiders wove their Webs even in his wings:
44 And in his traine their filmie netting caft,
44 He eat not Wormes, Wormes eat on him fo faft.
44 His wakefull eyes, that in his Foes delpight,
44 Had watch’d the walls in many a Winters Night,
44 And never wink’d, nor from their objeft fled,
44 When Heaven’s dread thunder rattled o’er his head,
44 Now covered over with dimme cloudie kels,
64 And fhrunken up into their (limy fhels.
54 Poor Bird that driving to bemone thy plight,
44 I cannot doe thy miferies their right;
44 Perceiving well he found me where I ftood,
44 And he alone thus poorly in the Wood :
44 To him I ftept, defiring him to fliow
44 The caufe of his calamitie and woe.” Folio edit. i6ig.
Whether this be an imitation of Shakfpeare, or the “ fequefter’d flag”
be an imitation of this, cannot now be afcertained; As You Like It, tho’
not printed till 1623, is conjectured by Mr. Malone to have been written
in 1600 : The &wle was not publilbed till 1604.
Another remarkable fimilarity, unnoticed by the commentators, occurs
in this Poem ; in As You Like It we have
44--the poor dappled fools,
t{ Being native burghers of this defert city.”
in The 0wle> the various birds are thus addrefted :
44 Quoth he, you foolijb Burgers of the Field.”