Her First Sorrow + 

’T is but a score of hours when he didst swear + 

My sorrow and my joy to share, + 

Despite the fates, fore’er; + 

But now he’s gone to cash again his lie; + 

Others his shame with me will wear, + 

Why should I die? + 

Last night his lips my very feet didst burn; + 

His kisses dropt, my love to earn, + 

Whichever way he’d turn; + 

But now he’s gone another soul to rob. + 

Another heart to lure and spurn, + 

Why should I sob? + 

He did not kiss me when he said good-bye; + 

I let him go, not asking why, + 

Nor do I for him sigh; + 

He’s gone another virgin breast to tear, + 

He’s gone on other lips to die, + 

Why should I care? + 