He will find me an easy father, able to understand
His faults, I hope, and ready to make allowance for them:
Not like mine, suspicious & cross—& he never speaks
But to read me a lecture on somebody else. Why, bless my soul,
If he has but taken an extra glass or two, the tales
Of his own wickedness he’ll come out with! And then he says,
By others’ faults wise men correct their own. What wisdom!
He little thinks how deaf an adder he is trying to charm.
At present the words of my mistress touch me nearer far,
When she says, Give me this, or, Bring me that; and I