Answer:
Pen picture poem:
I don't put pen to paper
expecting miracles
I put my pen to paper
to spend my precious ink.
I only write to rewrite again.
I only stop to write
when I run out of ink
Couplets:
True ease In wilting comes from art not chance. As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance 'Us not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Explanation:
The answer could actually be "climb" or "was climbing," but traditionally should be "climb." Hope this helps :)
Why don't u look it up in the dictionary and see ?
Answer: I do not wish to shed a drop of blood, but 'I must fight the course.' 'Tis all that's left to me.
