Undoing to thee. Hadst thou ever spent
Thy means upon me, or thy money lent,
And had not paid the Int’rest back to thee,
Thou and thy friends might then have rail’d at me.
What wert thou before I knew thee, but an Ass,
A rude neglected home-spun Country lass,
Knowing not how to speak, to go or look,
But hide thy self when seen in every nook.
And blush, nay tremble if thou wert found out;
Strive to be gone again, scratch, cry, and pout