James Henry
Poematia
"Let's divide then — suum cuique,"
Said pen, drily; "pothooks, hangers,
Dots and crosses, all, with me stay:
Take your essence, soul and spirit.
"What do you stare at? do, pray, take what
Yours by right is." If I stared 'twas
In amazement wise pen was not not
Better up to Platon's Phaedon.