Hold your pen and spare your voice.
Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone should kiss and tell.
Trapped like a trap in a trap
But I don't give up; I forget why not.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand.
And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word.