“Upon our manhoods? I think not. Why would
You have us swear on those inconstant rods,
That change, like weathercocks, to ev’ry breeze?
They’re sometimes hard and sometimes soft; they are,
Betimes, the cause of trouble, and betimes
The cause of mirth. Their temp’rament can change
So fast, in fright or in cold water, if
They’re threatened so; or else become a rock,
So hard and awkward ‘til relieved. Of course,
I cherish mine, but somehow, no, they don’t
Inspire confidence in me as an
Eternal thing to swear upon; much like
The moon or tides, they change too much.”
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Prince Trevor Amongst the Elephants |
