No better husband would be left alive:
For him she mourn’d, and then, alone and poor,
Sought and found comfort at her Lady’s door:
Ten years she served, and mercy her employ,
Her tasks were pleasure, and her duty joy.
Thus lived the Mistress and the Maid, design’d
Each other’s aid - one cautious, and both kind:
Oft at their window, working, they would sigh
To see the aged and the sick go by;
Like wounded bees, that at their home arrive