'Poets are poor' was your like, br for you loathed he that loves rhymes; br O but now you love to live in our line: br a hungry goat just can't cross the yams! br br Invoke the Muse, br and she must meet you; br drink deep her juice, br and she will warm you. br br Practise writing lines, br and you'll feel poesy glad; br revolt, as rats do to the cat, br but she'll stand strong to seek hers: br for the Muse can't never die, br even when you later die.