Tis The Mind That Makes The Body

She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes At Least Affection's Edge In Me.

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.

This Is A Way To Kill A Wife With Kindness.

Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It Wholesome.

Now 'tis Spring, And Weeds Are Shallow-rooted; Suffer Them Now And They'll O'ergrow The Garden.