Upon my soul I’m sorry for the lad; And now, no doubt, th’ obliging world will say That my harsh usage help’d him on his way. What! I suppose, I should have nursed his muse, 710 And with champagne have brighten’d up his views: Then had he made me famed my whole life long, And stunn’d my ears with gratitude and song. Still, should the father hear that I regret Our joint misfortune--Yes! I’ll not forget.”-- Thus they.--The father to his grave convey’d The son he loved, and his last duties paid. “There lies my boy,” he cried, “of care bereft, And, Heav’n be praised, I’ve not a genius left: No one among ye, sons! is doom’d to live 720 On high-raised hopes of what the great may give; None, with exalted views and fortunes mean, To die in anguish, or to live in spleen. Your pious brother soon escaped the strife Of such contention, but it cost his life; You then, my sons, upon yourselves depend, And in your own exertions find the friend.” TALE VI. _THE FRANK COURTSHIP._ 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 pleases me.” _Much Ado about Nothing,_ Act II. Scene 1. He cannot flatter, he! An honest mind and plain--he must speak truth. _King Lear_, Act II. Scene 2. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another; you jig, you amble, [and you lisp, and] nick-name God’s creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. _Hamlet_, Act III. Scene 1. What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? [Stand I condemn’d] for pride and scorn so much? _Much Ado about Nothing_, Act III. Scene 1. TALE VI. _THE FRANK COURTSHIP._