Come, now a roundel and a fairy song; Then, for the third part of a minute, hence Some to kill canters in the musk-rose buds, Some war with reremice for their leathren wings, To ...

It is the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman Which gives the stern'st good-night.

St Agnes' Eve Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.

Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade, Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.

When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the ...