Cut off the bobs of your kite, Gifted Hopkins, and see if it does n't pitch, and stagger, and come down head-foremost.

Don't write any stuff with rhyming tails to it that won't make a decent show for itself after you've chopped all the rhyming tails off.

That's my advice, Gifted Hopkins.

Is there any book you would like to have out of my library?
Have you ever read Spenser's Faery Queen ?" He had tried, the young man answered, on the recommendation of Cyprian Eveleth, but had found it rather hard reading.
Master Gridley lifted his eyebrows very slightly, remembering that some had called Spenser the poet's poet.

"What a pity," he said to himself, "that this Gifted Hopkins has n't got the brains of that William Murray Bradshaw! What's the reason, I wonder, that all the little earthen pots blow their covers off and froth over in rhymes at such a great rate, while the big iron pots keep their lids on, and do all their simmering inside ?" That is the way these old pedants will talk, after all their youth and all their poetry, if they ever had any, are gone.