I never blame myself when I'm not hitting. I just blame the bat and if it keeps up I change bats. After all if I know it isn't my fault that I'm not hitting how can I get mad at myself?
You speak of Lord Byron and me there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
Now a soft kiss - Aye by that kiss I vow an endless bliss.
A just and reasonable modesty does not only recommend eloquence but sets off...