I walked abroad in a snowy day
I askd the soft snow with me to play
She playd ? she melted in all her prime
And the winter calld it a dreadful crime
An old maid early eer I knew
Ought but the love that on me grew
And now Im coverd oer ? oer
And wish that I had been a Whore
O I cannot find
The undaunted courage of a Virgin Mind
For Early I in love was crost
Before my flower of love was lost
Grown old in Love from Seven till Seven times Seven
I oft have wished for Hell for Ease from Heaven
