“Poets, as a class, are business men. Shakespeare describes the poet’s eye as rolling in fine frenzy, from heaven to earth, and giving to airy nothing a local habitation and a name, but in practice, you will find that one corner of that eye is generally glued on the royalty returns.”
P.G. Wodehouse, Uncle Fred in the Springtime
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