Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.

Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie down of nights. But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts, And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.

There, like the wind through woods in riot,

Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.

Therefore, since the world has still

Look not in my eyes, for fear

Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

'Tis spring; come out to ramble

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover;