Yet was he kind and careful of her fame,
And on her tomb inscribed a virtuous name:
"A tender wife, respected, and so forth."—
The marble still bears witness to the worth.
He has some children, but he knows not where;
Something they cost, but neither love nor care;
A father's feelings he has never known,
His joys, his sorrows, have been all his own.
He now would build—and lofty seat he built,
And sought, in various ways, relief from guilt.