A _Wench_ Parting with her _Sweet-Heart_.
A Common Wench was Wringing her Hands, and Crying her self to Death
almost; and what was the Business forsooth, but she had Newly Parted
with her Sweet-Heart. Away, ye Fool you (says one of her Neighbours) to
Torment your self out of your Life for such a Fellow as This! Nay, says
the Lass, I am not so much Troubled at Parting with the Man; but he has
Carry’d away his Coat too; and truly, when he had given me All he had in
the World beside, methinks I might e’en have had That too as well as All
the Rest.
The MORAL.
_Here’s a Mercenary Prostitute Drawn to the very quick, that lays her
Profit more to Heart then her Love._