Sufficient for our wishes give;
For we will live a life of reason,
And that’s the only life to live. 20
Through youth and age in love excelling,
We’ll hand in hand together tread;
Sweet smiling peace shall crown our dwelling,
And babes, sweet smiling babes, our bed.
How should I love the pretty creatures, 25
While round my knees they fondly clung;
To see them look their mother’s features,