How she can chirp with merry lip,
For when she once hath felt a fit,
Philip will cry still: Yet, yet, yet.
She never wanders far abroad,
But is at home when I do call.
If I command she lays on load[68]
With lips, with teeth, with tongue and all.
She chants, she chirps, she makes such cheer,
That I believe she hath no peer.
For when she once hath felt the fit,