ALL THE WORDS THAT WILL BE WRIT
A painter will a painter be,
despite the picture he doth paint,
As the many paragons a poet may see,
make not the bard a saint.
If ever I find myself concerned,
by the opinions men transpire
Which relate to my integrity;
then I will know that I'm a liar.
All who gain some pleasure from
those whom they state are wrong,
To the fool's array of useless thought
they all rightfully belong.
And all the words that will be writ
Will be changed to suit the song.