[S]eeing you desire your child to live, / Thanks, but you work against your own desire; […]

… and on the Saturday heavy seas pounded the W.R. on its exposed coastal stretch between Dawlish and Teignmouth, loosening the ballast and forcing trains to proceed with extreme caution.

He probably thought she was an overprotective, neurotic mother who couldn't see past the end of her nose where her son was concerned.

The revenging gods / 'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend.