"Sister," quoth Flesh, "what liv'st thou on

A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

Leave not thy nest, thy dam and sire, Fly back and sing amidst this choir.

If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none; And for thy Mother, she alas is poor, Which caus'd her thus to send thee out of door.

What to my Saviour shall I give Who freely hath done this for me? I'll serve him here whilst I shall live And Loue him to Eternity

Such cold mean flowers the spring puts forth betime, Before the sun hath thoroughly heat the clime.

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can.