And some aver ’tis but a passing fad;

But I don’t care, the fact remains that he

Has won my admiration—dear old Me.

THEIR PENS

The poet pens his odes and sonnets spruce

With quills plucked from the ordinary goose,

While critics write their sharp incisive lines

With quills snatched from the fretful porcupines.

AN UNSOLVED PROBLEM

If Bacon wrote those grand inspiring lines