The Natural History of Selborne

Nightingales heard in honey-lane.

“The Nightingall, that chaunteth all the springe,/
Whose warblinge notes throughout the wooddes are harde,/
Beinge kepte in cage, she ceaseth for to singe,/
And mourns, bicause her libertie is barde.”
— Geffrey Whitney’s Emblemes: 1586, p.81

Sharp, & biting wind.  Some crude oranges were put in a hot cupboard in order that the heat might mellow them, & render them better flavoured: but the crickets got to them, & gnawing holes thro’ the rind, sucked out all the juice, & devoured all the pulp.