Anon, as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclosed, His silence will sit drooping.
william shakespearePoetic trifles from solitary rambles whilst chewing the cud of sweet and bitter fancy..now written from memory, confined to fourteen lines, this seemed best adapted to the unity of sentiment, the verse flowed in unpremeditated harmony as my ear directed but are far from being mere elegiac couplets.
william lisle bowles