1The Estrich with her gallant gaudy plumes
2In her great wit
and Courage soe Presumes 3That as with wind and wing upright shees born
4The Horse and’s
valient Rider shee doth scorn 5But folly is Concommitant
with Pride 6For shee her precious Egs in sand doth hide
7Forgetting that the Travellor’s foot may Crush
8Their Tender shell, nor doth shee Care a Rush
9Though shee her young doe never see again
10And thus shee lays and labours all in vain
11Caus God hath Understanding her deni’de
12For Love, and Wisdome, never will reside
13With Arogance for they Are from above
14From God who is the fountain of all Love
15The Estrich then the Cuckow is far worss
16For shee doth onely put her Egs to Nurss
17Hard is her Meat but harder is her Heart
18That with her new lay’d Ovums
thus can part 19Oh my sad soul this mak’s my Heart e’ne bleed
20None but base English
and Cams cursed seed
21Doe sell their Children
ne’re to see them more 22Such Barbarisme all Christians must deplore
23Cruell’s the Estrich crueller their heart
24That with their dear bought Children thus can part
25When as the stork her Young doe bear & feed
26Which they retaliate
in Age and need
27By which the noble Reader plain may see
28That foolish Creatures least indulgent bee
29Let Parents then to theirs extend their Love
30Seeing Naturall affection’s
from above 31Then Gracious God into my soul infuse
32Thy Love and Wisdome that it may diffuse
33To all my Children great as well as less
34Then o’ my God that Love and Wisdome bless.