...Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Or the twisted eglantine; While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft listening how the hounds and...

...lark begin his flight; And singing, startle the dull night, The frolic wind that breathes the spring While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn door, Stoutly struts, his dames before. John Dryden (1631-1700), a renowned...