SAY, lovely Stranger! (for I long to know;
So may propitious Heav'n remove thy Woe!)
Whence thus reduc'd? By Famine, Sword, or Fire?
What Sire thy Beauty boasts, what Land thy Sire?
Perhaps some Princess, banish'd from her Home,
Thus condescends to grace my rustic Dome:
If so, I greatly fear, my homely Feast
Has been unworthy of my Royal Guest.