What pretty cuffs!—There, there: it still shall lie,
The little hand; I like to look at it.—
Who said I wish’d for books, and prints, and tales,
And bustlings all about?—Who told you this?
Your sister?—She a good, kind nurse has been:
And you, you too, have been a good, kind nurse.
Think you that I have never lain awake,
Nor known the long hours you have watch’d with me?—
“What say?—‘Done’ but ‘your duty’?—Say not so.
A friend most pleases when, forgetting due,