Must we then part? she said: Oh most unkind!
And for what wretched place am I design'd?
Friendless, forsaken, must I wander now,
Or to some new imperious Mistress Bow.
Ye unauspicious Stars, that rul'd my Birth,
Why was I form'd? Why did I crow'd the Earth,
When no Provision for my Life was made,
And not one place my own, to rest my Head.