The silver swan

The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached unlocked her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:
Farewell, all joys;
O death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live,
more fools than wise.

GIBBONS, Orlando (1583-1625)

What shall he have that kill’d the deer?

What shall he have that kill’d the deer?
His lea-ther skin and horns to wear;
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn,
It was a crest ere thou wast born;
The fa-ther’s fa-ther bore it,
And thy fa-ther wore it;
The horn, the horn, the lus-ty horn,
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn

HILTON, John (1599-1657)