Thus speaks my father’s, thus an orphan’s friend?
This instant, lady, let your bounty end.”
The Lady frown’d indignant - “What!” she cried,
“A vicar’s daughter with a princess’ pride
And pauper’s lot! but pitying I forgive;
How, simple Jesse, do you think to live?
Have I not power to help you, foolish maid?
To my concerns be your attention paid;
With cheerful mind th’ allotted duties take,
And recollect I have a Will to make.”