Apr 2019
My inkwell brims with verse unfit,
My speech tongue-tied; my page unwrit,
Yet though I be misunderstood,
Prefer I this to words of wood.
My speech tongue-tied; my page unwrit,
Yet though I be misunderstood,
Prefer I this to words of wood.
‘Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
“Fool!” said my muse to me, “look in thy heart, and write.”’
- Sir Philip Sidney, Astrophil and Stella
“Fool!” said my muse to me, “look in thy heart, and write.”’
- Sir Philip Sidney, Astrophil and Stella
