006. THE LARK'S NEST IN THE CORN.
A Larke in standing corne had hatcht a brood
Which shee imployes when they persu'd theyr foode,
To gayne advisos when the full ear'd heape
The Sickle should as its due victime reape
When trembling they told her the ensuing morne.
The neighbours joyne to fell the owners corne.
Feare not said shee those will not yett approach.
Then a wilde noyse, his friends will come they broach,
Dread not says shee the incursions of his friends,
The owner lastly they assert, intends,
Ioyn'd with his sonne, next morne to reape the feild.
Nay then 'tis time sayd shee our nest to yeild. Moral
Neighbours and friends are backwards, who intends
T'effect things well must make his hands his friends.