What grievous pangs! what suffering she’ll impart!
And fill with anguish that rebellious heart;
For thou wilt strive incessantly, in vain,
By threatening speech thy freedom to regain:
But she for conquest married, nor will prove
A dupe to thee, thine anger or thy love;
Clamorous her tongue will be: - of either sex,
She’ll gather friends around thee and perplex
Thy doubtful soul; - thy money she will waste
In the vain ramblings of a vulgar taste;