Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant can trickle when she wounds!
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you
These words are razors to my wounded heart.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.