If I should die, this house is yours,
A little money too:
It's but a poor reward I make,
For all this care from you.

And though you take a second mate,
And think that man the best,
I would not change - if dead men could -
One word of this bequest.

Would that I could bequeath to you
My joy in Earth and sky -
Worth more than gold or precious stones,
To be remembered by.