Till, all her varnish lost in few short years,
In all her worth the farmer’s wife appears.
Yet not the ancient kind; nor she who gave
Her soul to gain - a mistress and a slave:
Who, not to sleep allow’d the needful time;
To whom repose was loss, and sport a crime;
Who, in her meanest room (and all were mean),
A noisy drudge, from morn till night was seen; -
But she, the daughter, boasts a decent room,
Adorned with carpet, formed in Wilton’s loom;