In looks assumed, the cause whence they proceed,
I cannot brook; nor will I here abide
Till chance betrays the crime that shame would hide.
Fly with me, Henry!” Henry sought in vain
To soothe her terrors and her griefs restrain;
He saw the lengths that women dared to go,
And fear’d the husband both as friend and foe. 610
Of farming weary—for the guilty mind
Can no resource in guiltless studies find—
Left to himself, his mother all unknown,