"A Windmill"
(included in Gentlemen's Valentines, 1811)
A Windmill! now upon my Life
I hate the thought of such a wife
A Foe to quick and Repose
The slave of ev’ry wind that blows!
Spare your invectives Sir, - We’ll shew
What good this noisy mill can do.
Like Courtesey she changes still
Yet only with her Masters will
Not vainly bent or prone to roam,
She changes but to vary home
Who would a little bustle chide
That’s ever usefully employ’d?
And when [the] furious Tempests rave,
Not [hers] their angry Force to brave
Serenely still her armes she closes
And patience to [the] storm opposes
And think you not a happy Life
Might well Be spent with such a wife.