Maria Arthington, Rhymes for Harry and His Nurse-Maid
“ Because I would rather my darling should live; And I know very well, if this cordial I try, That baby will want more and more, till it die. Tho' made with such art as to lull and give ease, It lays the foundation for lasting disease; No mother deserves a sweet babe for her prize, Who would poison her infant, to silence its cries. And a nurse who loves baby, or values her place, Will ne'er use this drug; 'tis a sin and disgrace; Well then, I will try with much patience and care, To soothe my dear babe, or some food to prepare ”
