if the Muses must inspireYour fancy with their pleasing fire,Take subjects safer for your witThan those on which you lately writ.Commend the times, your thoughts correct,And follow the prevailing sect — Dialogue Between an Eminent Lawyer and Dr Swift
Month: Sep 2026
From John Masefield’s Salt-Water Ballads
Oh I am tired of brick and stone, the heart of me is sick,For windy green, unquiet sea, the realm of Moby Dick;And I’ll be going, going, from the roaring of the wheels,For a wind’s in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heels. — A Wanderer's Song
