Ann Taylor (poet)

"Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother."

"For God, who lives above the skies, Would look with vengeance in his eyes If I should ever dare despise My mother."

"I thank the goodness and the grace Which on my birth have smiled, And made me in these Christian days, A happy English child."

"I love little pussy, her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm."