While thou didst keep thy candour undefil’d, Dearly I lov’d thee as my first-born child, But when I saw thee wantonly to roam From house to house, and never stay at home, I brake my bonds of love, and bade thee go, Regardless whether well thou sped’st or no. On with thy fortunes then, whate’er they be: If good, I’ll smile; if bad, I’ll sigh for thee.