But ’tis that he may for my wrongs be paid,
And feel the vengeance of the wretch he made. 130
“Not for myself I thy attention claim }
My children dare not take their father’s name; }
They know no parent’s love—love will not dwell with shame. }
What law would force, he not without it gives,
And hates each living wretch, because it lives!
Yet, with these sinful stains, the man is mine: }
How will he curse me for this rash design! }
Yes—I will bear his curse, but him will not resign. }