But never trust her, she is full of art,
And worms herself into the closest heart;
Seem then, I pray you, careless in her sight,
Nor let her know, my love, how we unite.
“Do, my good Jesse, cast a view around,
And let no wrong within my house be found;
That Girl associates with - I know not who
Are her companions, nor what ill they do;
’Tis then the Widow plans, ’tis then she tries
Her various arts and schemes for fresh supplies;