Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Is ‘t not enough, is ‘t not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius’ eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
– William Shakespeare
A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 2. When Lysander confesses his love to Helena, she believes that he is lying to her and making fun of her. She accuses him of mocking her inability to win Demetrius’ affection. She says that he does her wrong by wooing her so contemptuously without meaning it.