You have been second always. Tragical? No. You preferred it to the usual thing: One dull man, dulling and uxorious, One average mind- with one thought less, each year.

What thou lovest well remains.

In verse one can take any damn constant one likes, one can alliterate, or assone, or rhyme, or quant, or smack, only one MUST leave the other elements irregular.

I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It's listed as part of the poetic training, you know.

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation. Neither are they transmitted by book learning.

I have always thought the suicide should bump off at least one swine before taking off for parts unknown.

In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.