At last her sullen silence she broke,
And gan his new-budded beard to stroke.
"Kiddie," (quoth she,) "thou kenst the great care
I have of thy health and thy welfare,
Which many wild beasts liggen in wait
For to entrap in thy tender state:
But most the Fox, master of collusion;
For he has vowed thy last confusion.
Forthy, my Kiddie, be rul'd by me,
And never give trust to his treachery;