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