To a German Romancer thee dreaming I bore,
And we both dipp’d thee deep in the tale telling lore.
“Too soon thou outdidst all my wonders of old,
And instead of my stories thy nonsense was told;
With nurses and children I lost my high place,
And from Newberry’s shop I was turn’d in disgrace.
“Depriv’d of a corner to hide my old head,
I wander’d about, begging e’en for my bread;
When thou too, my child, to complete my despair,
Refused my own spoils with thy mother to share.