So judged the husband, and with judgment true,
For neither yet the guilt or danger knew.
What now remain’d? but they again should play
Th’ accustom’d game, and walk th’ accustom’d way;
With careless freedom should converse or read,
And the Friend’s absence neither fear nor heed:
But rather now they seem’d confused, constrain’d;
Within their room still restless they remain’d,
And painfully they felt, and knew each other pain’d.
Ah, foolish men! how could ye thus depend,