The Swallow is a summer bird, 488.

the poor swallow having built in a false window of the tower, there was no way of getting to the nest, and so the cage was brought, and the little bird did not die, but grew bigger and prettier every day, until at last it could skim through the room on its pretty, soft wings, and would dive down to us, and light upon our shoulders, or let itself fall into our hands.

Swallows, sparrows, and bats were now the tenants of this mysterious house, which must have had a troubled history.

These swallows, which we see before us on the Thames, are the just resemblance of his Wit.