70 Which though myself would [gladly] have embraced,
Yet the incessant [weepings] of my wife,
Weeping before for what she saw must come,
And piteous plainings of the pretty babes,
That mourn’d for fashion, ignorant what to fear,
75 Forced me to seek delays for them and me.
And [this] it was, for other means was none:
The sailors sought for safety by our boat,
And left the ship, then sinking-ripe, to us:
My wife, more careful for the [latter-]born,