I know a man in Real Estate,
Whose pride of self’s sublime.
He’d like to be a poet great
But “can’t afford the time.”
AD ASTRA PER OTIUM
As I read over old John Dryden’s verse,
The rhymes of men like William Blake, and Gay,
The stuff that helped fill Edmund Waller’s purse,
And that which placed on Marvell’s brow the bay,
It doth appear to me that in those times