Was all that now became her wish and care.
They walk’d together, they conversed and read,
And tender tears for well-feign’d sorrows shed:
And were so happy in their quiet lives,
They pitied sighing maids, and weeping wives. 430
But Fortune to our state such change imparts,
That Pity stays not long in human hearts;
When sad for others’ woes our hearts are grown,
This soon gives place to sorrows of our own.
There was among our guardian Volunteers