Should he upbraid
H. Bishop
Should he upbraid, I'll own that he prevail
And sing as sweetly as the nightingale
Say that he frown, I'll say his looks I view
As morning roses newly tip'd with dew.
Say he be mute, I'll answer with a smile,
And dance and play, And wrinkled care beguile
Should he upbraid, I'll own that he prevail
And sing as sweetly as the nightingale.