Cacoethes Scribendi
If all the trees in all the woods were men; And each and every blade of grass a pen; If every leaf on every shrub and tree Turned to a sheet of foolscap; every sea Were changed to ink, and all earth's living tribes Had nothing else to do but act as scribes, And for ten thousand ages, day and night, The human race should write, and write, and write, Till all the pens and paper were used up, And the huge inkstand was an empty cup, Still would the scribblers clustered round its brink Call for more pens, more paper, and more ink.
Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date.
The lyrical form of this poem is couplets. 4.foolscap: long folio writing paper, often with a "fool's cap" watermark.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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