In some intrigue, debauch, or entertainment;
Consulting your own happiness abroad,
While she, poor soul! is left to pine at home.
But what a world of fears possess me now!
How many ills I figure to myself,
As causes that my son is not return’d!
Lest he have taken cold, or had a fall,
Or broke a limb!—Good heavens! that a man
Shou’d doat so much, or suffer any one
To wind himself so close about his heart,