The puffy and soft partner of life's moments,
Cwtching it releases all our torments,
Soaking the dripping tears from our eyes,
Irrespective of its large or small size!
...
Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene
On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,
On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love?
Since not Apostles' hands can clasp
Each other in so firm a grasp
But they shall change and variance prove.