Kalas Complaint

KAla old Mopsus Wife,
Kala with fairest Face,
For whom the Neighbour Swaines oft were at strife,
As she to milke her snowy Flock did tend,
Sigh'd with a heavy Grace,
And said: What wretch like me doth lead her life?
I see not how my Taske shall have an end:
All Day I draw these streaming Dugs in Fold,
All Night mine empty Husband soft and cold.