You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come:
Knock as you please, there’s nobody at home.
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You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come:
Knock as you please, there’s nobody at home.
“‘If naught I give, naught do I take return.
“Ronsard me celebroit!” behold I give
The age-old, age-old fare to fairer fair
And I fare forth into more bitter air;
Though mocked I go, yet shall her beauty live
Till rimes unrime and Truth shall truth unlearn.’”
Ezra Pound | Sonnet in Tenzone