William Shakespeare Now, as fond fathers, Having bound up the threatning twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their childrens sight For terror, not to use, in time the rod Becomes more mocked than feared; so our decrees, Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead, And liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum. --Vincentio, Duke of Verona from Measure for Measure (1.3.23)
Posted on: Sat, 17 May 2014 23:39:26 +0000
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