| LO, as a careful housewife runs to catch | |
| One of her feather’d creatures broke away, | |
| Sets down her babe, and makes all quick dispatch | |
| In pursuit of the thing she would have stay; | |
| Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase, | 5 |
| 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; | 10 |
| 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. |