And she his own by tender vows became;
Nor ring nor licence needed souls so fond,
Alphonso's passion was his Cynthia's bond:
And thus the simple girl, to shame betray'd,
Sinks to the grave forsaken and dismay'd.
Sick without pity, sorrowing without hope,
See her, the grief and scandal of the troop;
A wretched martyr to a childish pride,
Her wo insulted, and her praise denied;
Her humble talents, though derided, used,