My forced assent to be an idiot’s slave?
Her beauty vanish’d, what for me remains?
Th’ eternal clicking of the galling chains.
Her person truly I may think my own,
Seen without pleasure, without triumph shown: 760
Doleful she sits, her children at her knees,
And gives up all her feeble powers to please;
Whom I, unmoved, or moved with scorn, behold,
Melting as ice, as vapid and as cold.”
Such was his fate, and he must yet endure