Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catchOne of her feather'd creatures broke away,Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatchIn pursuit of the thing she would have stay;Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,Cries to catch her whose busy care is bentTo 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;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,'
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Eph. What Friendship is, ARDELIA shew.Ard. 'Tis to love, as I love You.Eph. This Account, so short (tho' kind)Suits not my enquiring Mind.Therefore farther now repeat;What is Friendship when complete?Ard. 'Tis to share all Joy and Grief;'Tis to lend all due ReliefFrom the Tongue, the Heart, the Hand;'Tis to mortgage House and Land;For a Friend be sold a Slave;'Tis to die upon a Grave,If a Friend therein do lie.Eph. This indeed, tho' carry'd high,This, tho' more than e'er was doneUnderneath the rolling Sun,