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Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred, / Promoted thence to deck her mistress' head, / Next for some gracious service unexpress'd, / And from its wages only to be guess'd, / Raised from the toilette to the table, where / Her wondering betters wait behind her chair.
With eye unmoved, and forehead unabash'd, / She dines from off the plate she lately wash'd.