Lux, my fair falcon, and your fellows all, <br />How well pleasant it were your liberty. <br />Ye not forsake me that fair might ye befall, <br />But they that sometime liked my company, <br />Like lice away from dead bodies they crawl. <br />Lo, what a proof in light adversity. <br />But ye, my birds, I swear by all your bells, <br />Ye be my friends, and so be but few else.<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lux-my-fair-falcon/
