'You mocking birds,' quoth she, 'your tunes entomb (1122)
Within your hollow-swelling feather'd breasts, (1123)
And in my hearing be you mute and dumb: (1124)
My restless discord loves no stops nor rests; (1125)
A woeful hostess brooks not merry guests:
Relish your nimble notes to pleasing ears; (1127)
Distress likes dumps when time is kept with tears.