His well-tim'd steps, and takes a silent gaze;
Or hears repeated, as he passes nigh,
One short, but simple word, "Good-by!"
A beauty once she was in life's gay morn;
Fled now's her beauty, and she's left forlorn.
Once was she happy, calm, and free,
Now lives in woe, in rags, and misery.
A revolution too hath taken place,
In manners, actions, and grimace.
Unlawful love has marr'd her former peace,