Sephestia's Lullaby
WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; 
When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee. 
   Mother's wag, pretty boy, 
   Father's sorrow, father's joy; 
   When thy father first did see 
   Such a boy by him and me, 
   He was glad, I was woe; 
   Fortune changed made him so, 
   When he left his pretty boy, 
   Last his sorrow, first his joy. 
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;