Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Peggy's Will

Peggy's Will.

Kind Peggy kissed her husband with these words—
"My own sweet Will, how dearly I love thee!"
"If true," quoth Will, "the world none such affords;
And that 'tis true I dare her warrant be:
For ne'er was woman yet, or good or ill,
But always did love best her own sweet will."