Heroine leaves her abusive lover who hits her with a riding crop a lot for the arms of a saviour, who pokes her in the bottom with a red-hot branding iron, then hits her with a riding crop a lot.
There is in it what is in it; 'tis a mirror held up to the reader, whereby if a donkey look in, surely a sage will not look out; the ends of all things are revealed within its pages to he who has the key; it keepeth away the pox, the flux, and the weeping sore.