Fretful herself, he of his wife in vain
For comfort sought—“He would be well again;
Time would disorders of such nature heal!
O! if he felt what she was doom’d to feel,
Such sleepless nights! such broken rest! her frame
Rack’d with diseases that she could not name!
With pangs like hers no other was oppress’d!”
Weeping, she said, and sigh’d herself to rest.
The suffering husband look’d the world around,
And saw no friend: on him misfortune frown’d; 180