Make ends meet

'Tis true: Sybilla told me so to - day! That comes of being proud, methinks;

They say That two she feedeth when she eats and drinks.

She's rightly served, in sooth, How long she hung upon the youth! What

promenades, what jaunts there were, To dancing booth and village fair! The

first she everywhere must shine, He always treating her to pastry and to wine

Of her good looks she was so vain, So shameless too, that to retain His

presents, she did not disdain; Sweet words and kisses came anon And then

Forsooth dost pity her? At night, when at our wheels we sat, Abroad our