Quaff, Oh Quaff This Kind Nepenthe, And

Quoth The Raven, "nevermore.

It Will Be Found, In Fact, That The Ingenious Are Always Fanciful, And The Truly Imaginative Never Otherwise Than Analytic.

I Have Not Only Labored Solely For The Benefit Of Others (receiving For Myself A Miserable Pittance), But Have Been Forced To Model My Thoughts At The Will Of Men Whose Imbecility Was Evident To All But Themselves

If You Run Out Of Ideas Follow The Road; You'll Get There

The Rudiment Of Verse May, Possibly, Be Found In The Spondee.