The Plague of Each Calamity

Constance was Jeffrey's wife, young Arthur is my son, and he is lost. If I were mad, I should forget my son, or madly think of babe of clouds where he, I am not mad. Too well, too well, I feel the different plague of each calamity. For being not mad, but sensible of grief, my reasonable part produces reason how I may be delivered of these woes - and teaches me to kill or hang myself.