Would friends like hers, she question’d, “choose to come
Where clouds of poison’d fume defiled a room?
This could their Lady-friend, and Burgess Steel
(Teased with his worship’s asthma), bear to feel?
Could they associate or converse with him -
A loud rough sailor with a timber limb?”
Cold as he grew, still Isaac strove to show,
By well-feign’d care, that cold he could not grow;
And when he saw his brother look distress’d,
He strove some petty comforts to suggest;