In merry old England it once was the rule
The King had his poet and also his fool
But now were so frugal I have you to know it
That Cibber can serve both for fool and for poet!
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There is a haunting phantom called Regret,
A shadowy creature robed somewhat like Woe,
But fairer in the face, whom all men know
By her sad mien and eyes forever wet.