One was a female, who had grievous ill
Wrought in revenge, and she enjoy’d it still:
With death before her, and her fate in view,
Unsated vengeance in her bosom grew:
Sullen she was and threat’ning; in her eye
Glared the stern triumph that she dared to die:
But first a being in the world must leave -
’Twas once reproach; ’twas now a short reprieve.
She was a pauper bound, who early gave
Her mind to vice and doubly was a slave: