Their peaceful state, and were in turn obey’d.
Yet such our fate, that when we plan the best,
Something arises to disturb our rest:
For though in spirits high, in body strong,
Gwyn something felt - he knew not what - was wrong,
He wish’d to know, for he believed the thing,
If unremoved, would other evil bring:
“She must perceive, of late he could not eat,
And when he walk’d he trembled on his feet:
He had forebodings, and he seem’d as one