- Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
- One of her feather’d creatures broke away,
- Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
- In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;
- Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
- Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
- To follow that which flies before her face,
- Not prizing her poor infant’s discontent;
- So runn’st thou after that which flies from thee,
- Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
- But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
- And play the mother’s part, kiss me, be kind;
- So will I pray that thou mayst have thy ‘Will,’
- If thou turn back and my loud crying still.