_SONG OF ARIEL_
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands,--
Curtsied when you have and kiss'd;
(The wild waves whist)--
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark!
Bough wough,
The watch dogs bark,
Bough wough,
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer,
Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo.
_W. Shakespeare_