And this one dies from hunger, that from cold:
Scarce one escapes the perils manifold.
So she, who, though her years should have surpassed
That ancient Sybil, must have died at last,
Preferred that ending to anticipate
Before she knew the ills of man’s estate.
For some are left without their parents’ care,
To know how sore an orphan’s lot to bear;
One girl must marry headlong, and then rue
Her dower given up to God knows who;