The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Now I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me. - Alfred Edward Housman

Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.

Poetry indeed seems to me more physical than intellectual. [...] Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act. [...] The seat of this sensation is the pit of the stomach.

Nature, not content with denying to Mr — the faculty of thought, has endowed him with the faculty of writing.