Before I have finished, however, you’ll find
That sunlight with shadow is herein combined.
At present the shadow rests over my maid,
While wrapped in reflection she sits in the shade.
Her brain being small, is quite like the pot
Which, owing to smallness, so soon became hot.
It seems at this moment, in truth, quite on fire,
Harassed as it is with the spasms of ire,
That seize it in thinking of hopes all destroyed,
Her figure quite ruined! her future a void!