To faithless him my ruin I must lay,
He first seduc’d and did my heart betray:—
High in a diff’rent sphere he took a wife;
O! may she be to him eternal strife;
May she to lustful passion give her heart!
That ev’ry fool, with him, may have a part;
Tho’ higher born, no diff’rence I can see
She should not be a WHORE—as well as me.
That WHORES are many, certainly you’ll find,
Is owing to the baseness of mankind;