As spousy could not carve—she help’d herself.
But Grosv’nor, what could be the case with you?
‘Good lack! my lord was to my bed untrue;
‘Where’er he went he sought some lew’d embrace,
‘Neglected me for ev’ry newer face;
‘In silence long I mourn’d my hapless fate,
‘At length determin’d to retaliate.
‘Yet to no mean amour did I descend;
‘A Prince my lover, and a Prince my friend.
‘Who would not wish for such a lot as mine?