Fled in pure fear, and came a beggar down;
}
Trembling, at Stephen's door she knock'd for bread—
}
Was chidden first, next pitied, and then fed;
}
Then sat at Stephen's board, then shared in Stephen's bed
All hope of marriage lost in her disgrace,
He mourns a flame revived, and she a love of lace.
Now to be wed a well-match'd couple came;