If you would seek us,
We are yours i’ the garden: shall’s attend you there?
To your own bents dispose you: you’ll be found,
Be you beneath the sky.
I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to!
How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband! ”