To charm her sailor’s eye and touch his heart;
Her bosom then was veil’d in kerchief clean,
And fancy left to form the charms unseen.
But when a wife, she lost her former care,
Nor thought on charms, nor time for dress could spare;
Careless she found her friends who dwelt beside,
No rival beauty kept alive her pride:
Still in her bosom virtue keeps her place,
But decency is gone, the virtues’ guard and grace.
See that long boarded Building! - By these stairs