“To God and you I do commend
My children deare this daye;
But little while be sure we have
Within this world to staye.
“You must be father and mother both,
And uncle all in one;
God knowes what will become of them,
When I am dead and gone.”
With that bespake their mother deare:
“O brother kinde,” quoth shee,
“You are the man must bring our babes
To wealth or miserie:
“And if you keep them carefully,
Then God will you reward;
But if you otherwise should deal,
God will your deedes regard.”
WITH LIPPES AS COLD AS ANY STONE, THEY KIST THE CHILDREN SMALL
With lippes as cold as any stone,
They kist the children small:
“God bless you both, my children deare;”
With that the teares did fall.