A little bird that's in the air, the hidden trespass shall declare, and openly reveal it.
Through the house what busy joy, just because the infant boy has a tiny tooth to show!
My favourite green, the grass's hue, and the fine deep violet-blue, and the pretty pale blue-bell, and the rose I love so well.
Once you liked to play with me. Now you leave me all alone, and are so conceited grown with your Latin, you'll scarce look upon any English book.
My writing, all misshaped, uneven as my mind, within this narrow space can hardly be confined.