I’d lay his breathless body at my feet—
Was that a smile, my lord? think you your boy
Will both the father and the child destroy?” 440
My lord replied—“I’m sorry, from my soul!
But boys are boys, and there is no control.”—
“So, for your great ones Justice slumbers, then!
If men are poor they must not feel as men—
Will your son marry?”—“Marry!” said my lord,
“Your daughter?—marry—no, upon my word!”
“What then, our stations differ!—but your son