Thenceforth she utter’d with indignant tone,
“I feel the misery, and will feel alone.”
He would turn servant for her sake, would keep
The poorest school, the very streets would sweep,
To show his love. “It was already shown,
And her affliction should be all her own:
His wants and weakness might have touch’d her heart,
But from his meanness she resolved to part.”
In a small alley was she lodged, beside
Its humblest poor, and at the view she cried,