This guest of summer, 4 The temple-haunting martlet, does approve 5 By his loved mansionry that the heaven’s breath 6 Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze, 7 Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird 8 Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle. Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed 10 The air is delicate.
