LESBIA'S SPARROWSparrow! my pet's delicious joy,Wherewith in bosom nurst to toyShe loves, and gives her finger-tipFor sharp-nib'd greeding neb to nip,Were she who my desire withstoodTo seek some pet of merry mood,As crumb o' comfort for her grief,Methinks her burning lowe's relief:Could I, as plays she, play with thee,That mind might win from misery free!To me t'were grateful (as they say), Gold codling was to fleet-foot May,Whose long-bound zone it loosed for aye.