Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the elm-tree for our king!
Say, will the falcon, Stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?Alexander Pope
The pretty Lark, climbing the Welkin cleer, Chaunts with a cheer, Heer peer I neer my Deer; Then Stooping thence (seeming her fall to rew) Adieu (she saith) adieu, deer Deer, adieu.guillaume de salluste du bartas