SO spake the Nymph; her Friend no more replies;
For now PRISCILLA's Dome attracts their Eyes:
Approaching to her friendly Gate, they found
The gen'rous Lady dealing Alms around
To needy Souls, a hapless, helpless Crowd,
Who daily bless'd her Hand for daily Food!
When thus CAPRESA: Hail, for ever bless'd!
'Tis Godlike thus to succour the Distress'd:
Yet none of these, who claim your  Aid,
Deserves it more than this unhappy Maid;
Who once was bless'd with Fame and Riches too,
Tho' fickle Fortune now is turn'd her Foe;
Unlike the Mendicants, who daily share
Your friendly Bounty, and maternal Care.