Sir, could you bring me comfort, I were cool;
But keep your counsel for your boys at school.” 410
The Doctor then departed—Why remain }
To hear complaints, who could himself complain, }
Who felt his actions wrong, and knew his efforts vain? }
The sullen youth, contending with his fate,
Began the darling of his heart to hate;
Her pretty looks, her auburn braid, her face,
All now remain’d the proofs of his disgrace;
While, more than hateful in his vixen’s eyes,