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Nought is, time shall not teach, that groweth full of days.

And yet to this hour thou art void of sense.

I am, in communing with thee, a thrall.

Well, I conclude that thou wilt answer nothing

Of what the Father wills.

Nay, but I owe him

Much love, that I should pleasure him in this.

Am I a child, that thou should'st flout me so?