Because of a weakness of brain and of spine?
(Both organs, alas! being in a decline.)
It matters but little, if women like these,
Are deprived of all usefulness, comfort, and ease.
But when a fair daughter of Fashion—a treasure,
Who lives but to seek and to find her own pleasure,
A victim becomes to keen pains that do rack,
To pains that quite ruin the shape of her back—
Here, here is a tale that makes the heart bleed!
A tale wholly fit for a poet indeed!