Had neither hope nor calling, tie nor care.
At length a letter from the daughter came,
‘Frances’ subscribed, and that the only name;
She “pitied much her parents, spoke of fate, 480
And begg’d them to forget her, not to hate;
Said she had with her all the world could give,
And only pray’d that they in peace should live.
That which is done is that we’re born to do—
This she was taught, and she believed it true;
True, that she lived in pleasure and delight,