Ill suits with guilt the gaieties of triumph; When daring vice insults eternal justice, The ministers of wrath forget compassion, And snatch the flaming bolt with hasty hand.

[5082]Lucian, "thou wouldst forget father and mother, forsake all thy friends, and follow her."

Then Diabolus commanded the lord mayor Incredulity to give answer, and his oration was seconded by desperate Will-be-will, while the recorder, whose name was Forget-good, followed with threats.

I guess you aren't the forgetting kind.