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Bad Poets Imitate, Good Poets Steal.

I Have Seen The Moment Of My Greatness Flicker, And I Have Seen The Eternal Footman Hold My Coat, And Snicker, And In Short, I Was Afraid.

Webster Was Much Possessed By Death And Saw The Skull Beneath The Skin.

I Have Heard The Mermaids Singing, Each To Each. I Do Not Think That They Will Sing To Me.

And I Will Show You Something Different From Either Your Shadow At Morning Striding Behind You Or Your Shadow At Evening Rising To Meet You I Will Show You Fear In A Handful Of Dust