Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure,- Sweet

Ev'n Wit's A Burthen, When It Talks Too Long.

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

For Mysterious Things Of Faith, Rely On The Proponent, Heaven's Authority.

A Woman's Counsel Brought Us First To Woe, And Made Her Man His Paradise Forego, Where At Heart's Ease He Liv'd; And Might Have Been As Free From Sorrow As He Was From Sin.

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.