Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service

For I Am He Am Born To Tame You, Kate; And Bring You From A Wild Kate To A Kate Conformable As Other Household Kates.

When The Sun Shines Let Foolish Gnats Make Sport, But Creep In Crannies When He Hides His Beams.

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.

Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I In The Cow-slip's Bell I Lie There I Couch When Owls Do Cry

And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest!