_Two sorrie Thynges there be,-- Ay, three: A Neste from which ye Fledglings have been taken, A Lamb forsaken, A Petal from ye Wilde Rose rudely shaken._ _Of gladde Thynges there be more,-- Ay, four: A Larke above ye olde Neste blithely singing, A Wilde Rose clinging In safety to ye Rock, a Shepherde bringing A Lamb, found, in his arms,--and Chrystemesse Bells a-ringing._…
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