Chapter 1809 of 1964 · 73 words · ~1 min read

LXXIX.

And looked as much as if to say, "I said it;" A kind of triumph I'll not recommend, Because it sometimes, as I have seen or read it, Both in the case of lover and of friend, Will pique a gentleman, for his own credit, To bring what was a jest to a serious end: For all men prophesy what _is_ or _was_, And hate those who won't let them come to pass.