I did commit no act of folly,
When I married my sweet Molly. 1658.
’Tis fit no man should be alone,
Which made Tom to marry Joan. 1658.
Sue is bonny, blythe, and brown;
This ring hath made her now my own. 1658.
Like Phillis there is none:
She truly loves her Choridon. 1658.
My life is done when thou art gone. 1653.
This hath no end, my sweetest friend: