Thus for to write, I did not understand
That I at all should make a little book
In such a mode; nay, I had undertook
To make another, which, when almost done,
Before I was aware I this begun.
... But yet I did not think
To show to all the world my pen and ink
In such a mode; I only thought to make—
I knew not what: nor did I undertake
Thereby to please my neighbor; no, not I,