And laugh’d with wicked men in scarlet coats;
And how we live in such degen’rate times,
That men conceal their wants and show their crimes;
While vicious deeds are screen’d by fashion’s name,
And what was once our pride is now our shame.
Dinah was musing, as her friends discoursed,
When these last words a sudden entrance forced
Upon her mind, and what was once her pride
And now her shame, some painful views supplied;
Thoughts of the past within her bosom press’d,