Quote by Thomas Heywood
Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow: Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing!
Summary
In this quote, the speaker can be interpreted as calling for the end of a dark and gloomy night, welcoming the new day and bidding farewell to sorrow. They desire a gentle breeze and the cheerful song of a lark to greet their beloved in the morning. The speaker urges the bird to adjust its wings and the nightingale to sing a sweet melody, suggesting a desire for everything to be perfect and delightful in order to greet their loved one with joy and happiness.