36 THE POET, OYSTER, ETC. I scorn your coarse insinuation, For many a grave and learned clerk, And when I bend, retire, and shrink, In being touch'd, and crying-Don't! Deserves not, if so soon offended, You, in your grotto-work enclosed, And as for you, my Lady Squeamish, If all the plants that can be found Should droop and wither where they grow, His censure reach'd them as he dealt it, THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOWWORM. A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long PART II. C 38 NIGHTINGALE AND GLOWWORM. Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, That brother should not war with brother, But sing and shine by sweet consent, Till life's poor transient night is spent, The gifts of nature and of grace. Those Christians best deserve the name, |