Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

There Is A Nick In Fortune's Restless Wheel For Each Man's Good.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

Flatterers Look Like Friends, As Wolves Like Dogs.

Let Pride Go Afore, Shame Will Follow After.

Poetry, Unlike Oratory, Should Not Aim At Clarity... But Be Dense With Meaning, 'something To Be Chewed And Digested'.