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