>>My favorite:
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>>Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
>>creep in this petty pace from day to day
>>to the last syllable of recorded time;
>>And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
>>the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
>>Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
>>that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
>>and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot,
>>full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
>>
>>That's half a dozen cliches right there. And he wrote it all in iambic pentameter
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>Thanks for taking the time to point out to us dummies that it was iambic....
>
>one of my two favorites:
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>OUT of the night that covers me,
>Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
>I thank whatever gods may be
>For my unconquerable soul.
>
>In the fell clutch of circumstance
>I have not winced nor cried aloud.
>Under the bludgeonings of chance
>My head is bloody, but unbowed.
>
>Beyond this place of wrath and tears
>Looms but the Horror of the shade,
>And yet the menace of the years
>Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
>
>It matters not how strait the gate,
>How charged with punishments the scroll,
>I am the master of my fate:
>I am the captain of my soul
>
> -- William Henley
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>
>The other (a fragment):
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>The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
> Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
> Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
> Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
> -- Omar Khayyam

I wasn't suggesting anyone is a dummy. It just impresses me more that he wrote the way he did within such structural limitations.