A Girl, who has so many wilful ways
  She would have caused Job’s patience to forsake him;
Yet is so rich in all that ’s girlhood’s praise,
Did Job himself upon her goodness gaze,
  A little better she would surely make him.

Yet is this girl I sing in naught uncommon,
  And very far from angel yet, I trow.
Her faults, her sweetness, are...