"O not for the wealth of the world would I enter
A chamber wherein a dead body lay hid,
Lest somebody bolder than I am should venture
To go near the coffin and lift up the lid."
"And should they do so and the coffin uncover,
The corpse underneath it would be no ill sight;
This frame, when its animal functions are over,
Has nothing of horror the living to fright.
"To start at the dead is preposterous error,
To shrink from a foe that can never contest;
Shall that which is motionless move thee to terror;
Or thou become restless, 'cause they are at rest?
"To think harm of her our good feelings forbid us
By whom when a babe you were dandled and fed;
Who living so many good offices did us,
I ne'er can persuade me would hurt us when dead.
"But if no endeavour your terrors can smother,
If vainly against apprehension you strive,
Come, bury your fears in the arms of your mother;
My darling, cling close to me, I am alive."
GOOD TEMPER
In whatsoever place resides
Good Temper, she o'er all presides;
The most obdurate heart she guides.
Even Anger yields unto her power,
And sullen Spite forgets to lour,
Or reconciled weeps a shower;
Reserve she softens into Ease,
Makes Fretfulness leave off to teaze,
She Waywardness itself can please.
Her handmaids they are not a few:
Sincerity that's ever true,
And Prompt Obedience always new,