...wont to greet it with my lays; ⚜ As Philomel in summer’s front doth sing, And stops his pipe
in growth of riper days: Not ̷t̷̷h̷̷a̷̷t̷̷ ̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷ ̷̷s̷̷u̷̷m̷̷m̷̷e̷r̷̷ ̷̷i̷̷s̷̷ ̷̷l̷̷e̷̷s̷̷s̷̷ ̷̷p̷̷l̷̷e̷̷a̷̷s̷̷a̷̷nt̷ now ◍ Than ẉḥẹṇ ̣ḥẹṛ ̣ṃọụṛṇf̣ụḷ ̣ḥỵṃṇṣ did hush the night,
