You have made intellect the only conscience.

Of late, I wish that my tutor had been a village priest!" "Of late, since you have listened to the pastorals of that meek Corydon!" "Dare you despise him?
And for what?
That he is good and honest ?" "I despise him, not because he is good and honest, but because he is of the common herd of men, without aim or character.

And it is for this youth that you will sacrifice your fortunes, your ambition, the station you were born to fill and have been reared to improve,--this youth in whom there is nothing but the lap-dog's merit, sleekness and beauty! Ay, frown,--the frown betrays you; you love him!" "And if I do ?" said Lucretia, raising her tall form to its utmost height, and haughtily facing her inquisitor,--"and, if I do, what then?
Is he unworthy of me?
Converse with him, and you will find that the noble form conceals as high a spirit.

He wants but wealth: I can give it to him.

If his temper is gentle, I can prompt and guide it to fame and power.