He early married, and the woman made

A losing bargain; she with scorn was paid

For no small fortune. On this slave he vents

His peevish slights, his moody discontents.

Her he neglects, indulging, in her stead,

One whom he bribed to leave a husband’s bed—

A young fair mother too, the pride and joy

Of him whom her desertion will destroy.

The poor man walks by the adulterer’s door,

To see the wife, whom he must meet no more; 20