Poetry Should Only Occupy The

A Legal Broom's A Moral Chimney-sweeper, And That's The Reason He Himself's So Dirty

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

The Devil Hath Not, In All His Quiver's Choice, An Arrow For The Heart Like A Sweet Voice.

Do Proper Homage To Thine Idol's Eyes; But No Too Humbly, Or She Will Despise Thee And Thy Suit, Though Told In Moving Tropes: Disguise Even Tenderness If Thou Art Wise.