O$$$ they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.

Never durst a poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink was tempered with love's sighs.

To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
It cannot be$$$ it is impossible:
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

Come on then$$$ I will swear to study so
To know the thing I am forbid to know.

This wimpled$$$ whining$$$ purblind$$$ wayward boy$$$ this Senior Junior$$$ giant dwarf...Cupid.

They have been at a great feast of languages$$$ and stolen the scraps.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it$$$ never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.

ove is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books$$$ the arts$$$ the academes$$$
That show$$$ contain and nourish all the world.