CHAPTER VI. Stories of Other Country Girls

STORIES OF OTHER COUNTRY GIRLS

Well then, I now do plainly see This busy world and I shall ne'er agree; The very honey of all earthly joy Does, of all meats, the soonest cloy; And they, methinks, deserve my pity Who for it can endure the stings, The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings Of that great hive, the city!

Cowley.