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."