I thought that time would reconcile my fate,
And lift me far above my present state;
Such fatal folly I must still deplore,
No wife am I, but a NEGLECTED WHORE!
Fruition soon my lover’s passion cool’d,
His absence let me know how I was fool’d;
My heaving womb a diff’rent weight confest,
My parents saw it, and were much distrest:
I told the cause;—they turn’d me out of door,
And made we wander forth a wretched WHORE!