The
SPARROW
and
DIAMOND
.
A
SONG
.
By
the
Same
.
I.
I
Lately
saw
,
what
now
I
sing
,
Fair
Lucia's
hand
display'd
:
This
singer
grac'd
a
diamond
ring
,
On
that
a
sparrow
play'd
.
II
.
The
feather'd
play-thing
she
caress'd
,
She
stroak'd
its
head
and
wings
;
And
while
it
nestled
on
her
breast
,
She
lisp'd
the
dearest
things
.
III
.
With
chizzled
bill
a
spark
ill
set
He
loosen'd
from
the
rest
,
And
swallow'd
down
to
grind
his
meat
,
The
easier
to
digest
.
IV
.
She
seiz'd
his
bill
with
wild
affright
,
Her
diamond
to
descry
:
'Twas
gone
!
she
sicken'd
at
the
sight
,
Moaning
her
bird
would
die
.
V.
The
tongue-ty'd
knocker
none
might
use
,
The
curtains
none
undraw
,
The
footmen
went
without
their
shoes
,
The
street
was
laid
with
straw
.
VI
.
The
doctor
us'd
his
oily
art
Of
strong
emetick
kind
,
The
apothecary
play'd
his
part
,
And
engineer'd
behind
.
VII
.
When
physic
ceas'd
to
spend
its
store
To
bring
away
the
stone
,
Dicky
,
like
people
given
o'er
,
Picks
up
,
when
let
alone
.
VIII
.
His
eyes
dispell'd
their
sickly
dews
,
He
peck'd
behind
his
wing
;
Lucia
recovering
at
the
news
,
Relapses
for
the
ring
.
IX
.
Mean-while
within
her
beauteous
breast
Two
different
passions
strove
;
When
av'rice
ended
the
contest
,
And
triumph'd
over
love
.
X.
Poor
little
,
pretty
,
fluttering
thing
,
Thy
pains
the
sex
display
,
Who
only
to
repair
a
ring
Could
take
thy
life
away
;
XI
.
Drive
av'rice
from
your
breasts
,
ye
fair
,
Monster
of
foulest
mien
:
Ye
would
not
let
it
harbour
there
,
Could
but
its
form
be
seen
.
XII
.
It
made
a
virgin
put
on
guile
,
Truth's
image
break
her
word
,
A
Lucia's
face
forbear
to
smile
,
A
Venus
kill
her
bird
.