Alcanzar’s chalk too soon a cradle rears.
Who wont bewail this maid’s sad destiny?
She pregnant proves, her lover gone to sea.
Now all around upon the youth did gaze,
Such dismal signs had fill’d them with amaze.
Will gave a penny more; the sage did bring
The lover home, and wed them with a ring.
Eight children too, he plac’d before their sight
Will seem’d well pleas’d, and bade them all good night.
This might have pass’d, had he the fact conceal’d;