Something his father wrote that gave him pain:
“I know not, son, if you should yet remain;—
Be cautious, Harry; favours to procure
We strain a point, but we must first be sure.
Love is a folly—that, indeed, is true— }
But something still is to our honour due; }
So I must leave the thing to my good lord and you.” }
But from Cecilia came remonstrance strong: 470
“You write too darkly, and you stay too long;
We hear reports; and, Henry—mark me well—