English poem
BALLAD. (The little birds, as well as you)
by Anonymous
The little birds, as well as you, I've mark'd with anxious care, How free their pleasures they pursue, How void of every care.
But birds of various kinds you'll meet, Some constant to their loves; Are chatt'ring sparrows half so sweet As tender, cooing doves?
Birds have their pride, like human kind, Some on their note presume, Some on their form, and some you'll find Fond of a gaudy plume.
Some love a hundred; some you'll meet Still constant to their loves; Are chatt'ring sparrows half so sweet As tender, cooing doves?
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