When Donne was young and oversexed,

He paid no heed to what came next;

But years went by and Donne went dry,

And then we heard a different cry.

I was embarrassed back then  to have published, if not written, such lines, and I am even more so  now, in repeating them here. Why, then, don't I leave bad enough alone? Perhaps George Herbert's line, my favorite, explains it: "After so many deaths, I live and write."

Robert Forrey