things what i have found a melange of excerpta by the egregious sdmtr, a disaffected malcontent
As I walked by myself I talked to myself,
    And thus myself said to me,
Look to thyself and take care of thyself,
    For nobody cares for thee.
So I turned to myself, and I answered myself,
    In the self-same reverie,
Look to myself or look not to myself,
    The self-same thing will it be.

This bit of nonsense was published in The Real Mother Goose (1916), a well-known collection of fairy tales and nursery rhymes, but appears to have an older and slightly more sinister provenance: the gravestone of a man buried in Homersfield, Suffolk, in 1810. 



Ladies and gentlemen, what you see here is an account of the world’s first freestyle battle rap.

Ladies and gentlemen, what you see here is an account of the world’s first freestyle battle rap.

And must I wholly banish hence
    These red and golden juices,
And pay my vows to Abstinence,
    That pallidest of Muses?

— William Watson, To a Maiden who bade me shun Wine.

A palindrome addressed to a young man detained in Rome by a love affair—

Roma ibi tibi sedes ibi tibi Amor;
Roma etsi te terret et iste Amor, 
Ibi etsi vis te non esse sed es ibi, 
Roma te tenet et Amor. 

At Rome you live at Rome you love; 
From Rome that love may you affright,
Although you’d leave, you never move, 
For love and Rome both bar your flight.