To toil at my first all the day;
When her father grew rich, and a farmer became,
My first to my second gave way:
Then she married a merchant, who brought her to town;
To this eminent station preferr’d.
Of my first and my second unmindful she’s grown,
And gives all her time to my third.
V.
My first is the nymph I adore,
The sum of her charms is my second,