Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.

Those half-learn'd witlings, num'rous in our isle As half-form'd insects on the banks of Nile

She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.

Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.

Trust not yourself; but your defects to know,Make use of ev'ry friend__nd ev'ry foe.

Where beams of imagination play,The memory's soft figures melt away.