The poets aim is either to profit or to please, or to blend in one the delightful and the useful. Whatever the lesson you would convey, be brief, that your hearers may catch quickly what is said and faithfully retain it. Every superfluous word is spilled from the too-full memory.

Hired mourners at a funeral say and do - A little more than they whose grief is true

The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.

I strive to be brief, and become obscure.

Every old poem is sacred.

Limbs of a dismembered poet.

To please great men is not the last degree of praise.