On Female Inconstancy (From the Greek)
Rich, thou hadst many lovers—poor, hast none,
So surely want extinguishes the flame,
And she who call’d thee once her pretty one,
And her Adonis, now inquires thy name.
Where wast thou born, Socicrates, and where,
In what strange country can thy parents live,
Who seem’st, by thy complaints, not yet aware
That want’s a crime no woman can forgive?
