.... But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay,
Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows,
And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart and write."

Sonnet 1,Concluding couplet from Loving in truth,and fain in verse my love to show Compare: "Look, then, into thine heart and write", Henry W. Longfellow, Voices of the Night, Prelude. - Astrophel and Stella (1591)