Verse-making was least of my virtues: I viewed with despair 
Wealth that never yet was but might be--all that verse-making were 
If the life would but lengthen to wish, let the mind be laid bare. 
So I said, "To do little is bad, to do nothing is worse"-- 
And made verse. 

Love-making,--how simple a matter! No depths to explore, 
No heights in a life to ascend! No disheartening Before, 
No affrighting Hereafter,--love now will be love ever more. 
So I felt "To keep silence were folly:"--all language above, 
I made love.