L'Estrange: A Wench parting with her Sweetheart.

A Common Wench was wringing her Hands, and crying herself 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 yourself 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 have e'en might had that too as well as all the rest.

Here's a Mercenary Prostitute drawn to the very quick, that lays her Profit more to Heart than her Love.

Source: L'Estrange 269.

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(not in Mille) (not in Perry)