He does not write at all whose poems no man reads

No amount of misfortune will satisfy the man who is not satisfied with reading a hundred epigrams

Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my friend

For all their compliments do verses pay? They mayn't, yet these same poems make me gay

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

A reading man and woman is a ready man and woman, but a writing man and woman is exact.