ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME
 
 ALL things can tempt me from this craft of verse:
 One time it was a woman's face, or worse –
 The seeming needs of my fool-driven land;
 Now nothing but comes readier to the hand
 Than this accustomed toil.  When I was young,
 I had not given a penny for a song
 Did not the poet Sing it with such airs
 That one believed he had a sword upstairs;
 Yet would be now, could I but have my wish,
 Colder and dumber and deafer than a fish.