Come Unto These Yellow Sands

COMEAndunto thenthese take yellow sands,
Court'sied when you have, and kissed
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there ;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Hark, hark!
Bowgh-wow.
The watch-dogs bark:
Bowgh-wow.
DESCRIPTION OF A FOP
Hark, hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-doodle-dow.
-From " The Tempest."