SO spake the mourning Dame, but spake in vain;
Th'obdurate Youth insults her with Disdain;
Not all her  could his Pity move,
Nor yet the  of their unhappy
But, as the Flames, which soften Wax, display
The same warm Force to harden sordid Clay;
That Motive, which would melt another Heart,
More harden'd his, and made him act a double Villain's Part.
He, for the Child, demands a larger Sum;
And sells it, while an Embryo in the Womb.