Whatever they are else, they are always chastisements; and correction respects faults.

And though this be a great foredeal, and an excellent jewel, yet the great and unspeakable glory, that in time to come shall be declared in us, hath not yet appeared.

Your youth flies unindeared: the satisfaction's which arise from honourable love are lost, irrecoverably lost; your prime of life shall pass without a mothers's feelings, or once knowing how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks you, as old Shakespeare says;

When you get a moment I'd like to have a quiet word.