My heart is wax molded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.
Thou art a cat, and a rat, and a coward.
Thou hast seen nothing yet.
Get out of harms way.
They must take me for a fool, or even worse, a lunatic. And no wonder ,for I am so intensely conscious of my misfortune and my misery is so overwhelming that I am powerless to resist it and am being turned into stone, devoid of all knowledge or feeling.
Modesty, tis a virtue not often found among poets, for almost every one of them thinks himself the greatest in the world.