To You Your Father Should Be As

Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

Wherefore Was I To This Keen Mockery Born? When At Your Hands Did I Deserve This Scorn? Is't Not Enough, Is't Not Enough, Young Man, That I Did Never, No, Nor Never Can, Deserve A Sweet Look From Demetrius' Eye, But You Must Flout My Insufficiency?

Patience Is Sottish, And Impatience Does Become A Dog That's Mad.

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!