WOULD you commence a poet, sir, and be A graduate in the threadbare mystery? The Ox's ford will no man thither bring, Where the horse-hoof rais'd the Pegasian spring; Nor will the bridge, through which low Cham doth run, Direct you to the banks of Helicon. If in that art you mean to take degrees, Bedlam's the best of universities. There study it; and when you would no more A poet be, go drink some hellebore. Which drug when I had tasted, soon I left The bare Parnassus and the barren cleft; And can no more one of their nation be, Because recover'd of my lunacy. But you may then succeed me in my place Of poet, no pretence to make your grace Denied you; for you go to law, 'tis said; And then 'tis ta'en for granted you are mad. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GILLYFLOWER OF GOLD by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) A SPINNING SONG by JOHN FRANCIS O'DONNELL CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 1 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ON A GIFT OF FLOWERS by GUILLAUME VICTOR EMILE AUGIER PENT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PRIDE OF THE VILLAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ADDRESS TO THE TOOTHACHE by ROBERT BURNS |