Swift speaks of his unacknowledged and heart-broken wife as follows:
“Her hearers are amazed from whence
Proceeds that fund of wit and sense,
Which, though her modesty would shroud,
Breaks like the sun behind a cloud.
Ten thousand oaths upon record
Are not so sacred as her word!
She tends me like an humble slave,
And when indecently I rave,
She with soft speech my anguish cheers,