Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick

Because I helped to wind the clock, I come to hear it strike.

Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.

Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.

All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.

The problem wiv some blokes is that wen they ain't drunk, they're sober.