Classic Poem

  A . I HAVE a worm, a little petted thing,
Which I rear up. I see 't not; yet I know
'Tis ashy like the adder, and has fangs.
Seldom it sleeps, and then it dreams of food;
So gnaws for ever. I have fed this worm,
With mine own heart, like the fond pelican.
  B . Smother it, Count: 'tis a mis-shapen child,
Which may beget new monsters.
  A . I will let
My heart's stream out upon it, some loud night,
When winds grow clamorous, and rough Nature knits
Our resolution up to deeds of daring.