Innocence is not accustomed to blush.
It is a strange enterprise to make respectable people laugh.
It is madness beyond compare To try to reform the world.
You are a fool in four letters, my son.
I maintain, in truth, That with a smile we should instruct our youth, Be very gentle when we have to blame, And not put them in fear of virtue's name.
Grammar, which knows how to lord it over kings, and with high hands makes them obey its laws.