She drank a liquor
scooped in pearl. (Dickinson)
Our brew-master can't match it quite,
A lesser god,
A Miller Lite.
were a steady splendor; in the end
radiance he'd blend.
The Miller-god blends spirits too,
He loved pied beauty,
dappled things, all couple color,
rose-moles, a-dazzle dim. (Hopkins)
Theirs is unvarigated scenery,
"fritters of English,
Meal and bran
together, no distinction." (Shakespeare)
We don' need no stinkin' 'stinction
In our English
like Sara Lee.
He had promises
to go before he'd sleep. (Frost)
But, Brother, I'm nobody's keeper.
Weakened by time
forsook Ithaca for the field,
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. (Tennyson)
no messy fate, we have it made...