PREFACE
PREFACE Ahh thee poet thee doth sing inst that sweet new style of things profound that doth all make to smile thee doth paint the moths wings ast coloured ast flowers thee doth spellbind us for hours with thy methods thy rimes thy melodies bring such sublimity that out sings the birds onst wing thee doth wring fromst thy tropes golden fleck of light to light our way thru thy wit more profound thanst Plato thy quick witted thoughts full of antithesis where the truth lays hid ast within an orchids bowl for the bee to go Yet Dearest poet for all thy cleverness with thy style thy wit Oh thee hast no clue to know Paolo