My walls outside must have some flowers
My walls inside must have some books
A House that is small and a garden large
And in its hefty nooks
A little gold that is sure every week
A lovely wife and gentle too
Contended that no eyes but mine
Can see all her virtues not vice
And call her beauty nice
Within this small house, this garden large
This little gold, this lovely mate
With health in body and peace at heart
Show me man more Great...
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