Perverse and cruel! could it conscience ease,
A wife so lovely and so fond to tease?
Or could he not with her a saint become,
And, like a quiet man, repent at home?
How different those who now this seat possess!
No idle dreams disturb their happiness.
The Lord who now presides o’er Warwick’s towers
To nobler purpose dedicates his powers;
No deeds of horror fill his soul with fear, 80
Nor conscience drives him from a home so dear.