I loved thee beautiful and kind, and plighted an eternal vow; so altered are thy face and mind, 'Twere perjury to love thee now

O Bruscus, cease our aching ears to vex - with thy loud railing, at the softer sex; No accusation worse than this could be - That once a woman did give birth to thee

I loved thee beautiful and kind, and plighted an eternal vow; so altered are thy face and mind, 'Twere perjury to love thee now

The broad highway to poverty and need - Is, much to build and many mouths to feed

O Bruscus, cease our aching ears to vex - with thy loud railing, at the softer sex; No accusation worse than this could be - That once a woman did give birth to thee

You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.