Oh, God! I Have An Ill-divining Soul!

If [god] Send Me No Husband, For The Which Blessing I Am At Him Upon My Knees Every Morning And Evening.

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.

What Power Is It Which Mounts My Love So High, That Makes Me See, And Cannot Feed Mine Eye

Despair And Die. The Ghosts

Thy Husband Is Thy Lord, Thy Life, Thy Keeper, Thy Head, Thy Sovereign; One That Cares For Thee, And For Thy Maintenance Commits His Body To Painful Labour Both By Sea And Land, To Watch The Night In Storms, The Day In Cold, Whilst Thou Liest Warm At Home, Secure And Safe; And Craves No Other Tribute At Thy Hands But Love, Fair Looks And True Obedience; Too Little Payment For So Great A Debt.