Sweet boy, if it by fortune chance Thy father home again to send, 25 Tell how by love she purchased blame. 30 Then will his gentle heart soon yield; I know him of a noble mind; A lamb in town thou shalt him find: Then mayst thou joy and be right glad, Although in woe I seem to moan; Thy father is no rascal lad, A noble youth of blood and bone: His glancing looks, if he once smile, Come, little boy, and rock asleep; WORLDLY PARADISE Who can live in heart so glad 1594. 35 40 45 5 ΙΟ See the fishes leap and play Through the hedge and down the furrow |