ODE TO SHAKESPEARE

ODE TO SHAKESPEARE:

The fashion ye dost pen,
Enchants us men.
How doth you?
Mould minds blue?

Ecstasy and comedy.
Plight and tragedy.
Stages and sonnets.
As brilliant as comets.
How doth thee?
Oh mighty bard, reveal thy key.

Can any equal you?
Sway spirit, as you?
Nay, for there be none,
Hatched 'ere time is done.

Long live, mighty bard.
Reveal not thy art.
For it is you we love.
Thy star, browsed above...

ODE TO CHEMISTRY

ODE TO CHEMISTRY:

Till the eighth, did I pass in thee.
Thereafter, not a mark, more than three, did I see.
Rot, I did, for two days in hell, not a sign, did I see, of doing well.
I failed, not once, not twice, but thrice,But I couldn't comprehend dry ice.
The culprit thou art, of diminishing the average, by a hundred.
Thus thou art, oh chemistry, the subject I dread.
Be gone, be gone, be gone with all thy might,
I banish thee, oh chemistry, from my sight !