Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,/ The not-incurious in God's handiwork.

But facts are facts and flinch not

They're not very talented, but they didn't give up. They hustled, they worked and they did what they had to do to fight and scrap.

After all, the world is not our handiwork, and we are not responsible for what goes on in it, save within very narrow limits

The moth's kiss, first! / Kiss me as if you made believe / You were not sure, this eve, / How my face, your flower, had pursed / Its petals up.

Don't eat the bread unless you want to leave bread crumbs.