Poetry Is What Milton Saw When He

I Do Not See Why Men Sheould Be So Proud Insects Have The More Ancient Lineage According To The Scientists Insects Were Insects When Man Was Only A Burbling Whatisit.

For All Of The Creeds Are False, And All Of The Creeds Are True; And Low At The Shrines Where My Brothers Bow, There Will I Bow Too; For No Form Of A God, And No Fashion Man Has Made In His Desperate Passion, But Is Worthy Some Worship Of Mine; Not Too Hot With A Gross Belief, Nor Yet Too Cold With Pride, I Will Bow Me Down Where My Brothers Bow, Humble, But Open Eyed.

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From 'the Lesson Of The Moth': And Before I Could Argue Him Out Of His Philosophy He Went And Immolated Himself On A Patent Cigar Lighter I Do Not Agree With Him Myself I Would Rather Have Half The Happiness And Twice The Longevity But At The Same Time I Wish There Was Something I Wanted As Badly As He Wanted To Fry Himself

If You Want To Get Rich From Writing, Write The Sort Of Thing That's Read By Persons Who Move Their Lips When They're Reading To Themselves.