And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, / And binding with briars my joys and desires.

Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles

Joys impregnate, sorrows bring forth.

I have mental joys and mental health,Mental friends and mental wealth,I've a wife that I love and that loves me;I've all but riches bodily.

Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.