'A little while be sure we have within this world to stay.
'You must be Father and Mother both, and Uncle all in one;
'God knows what will become of them, when I am dead and gone.
'With that bespoke their Mother dear, O Brother kind quoth she,
'You are the Man must bring my Babes to Wealth or Misery.
'If you do keep them carefully, then God will you reward.
'If otherwise you seem to deal, God will your Deeds regard.
With lips as cold as any stone, he kist the Children small,
'God bless you both, my Children dear; with that the tears did fall.