Margaret and Bessy, with pitchers
I rarely go from home, - no, not a word.
'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
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