As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

As the husband is, the wife is.

I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing.

And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

All things human change.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.