And that stands all awry.
CCCLXII.
O that I was where I would be,
Then would I be where I am not!
But where I am must be,
And where I would be I cannot.
CCCLXIII.
[The following was sung to the tune of Chevy Chase. It was taken from a poetical tale in the 'Choyce Poems,' 12mo, London, 1662, the music to which may be seen in D'Urfey's 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. iv, p. 1.]
Three children sliding on the ice