Chapter XXVIII: Part I: Instead of ll. 9-12

What is my crime? a deed of love;
I fed my child with pilfer’d food:
Your laws will not the act approve,
The law of Nature deems it good.

_instead of_ ll. 43-6:

My years, indeed, are sad and few,
Though weak these limbs, and shrunk this frame:
For Grief has done what Time should do;
And I am old in care and shame.