John Dryden Quote

A goldfinch there I saw, with gawdy pride Of painted plumes, that hopped from side to side, Still pecking as she pass'd; and still she drew The sweets from every flower, and suck'd the dew: Sufficed at length, she warbled in her throat, And turned her voice to many a merry note...

The Poetical Works of Dryden, Tales from Chaucer: The Flower and the Leaf, l. 106-111 - The Riverside Press. 1949