. . . upon misprision growing . . .
quoted by Harold Bloom from Shakespeare’s 87th sonnet explaining a ‘strong misreading’ of previous influential works
A sower went out to sow
And the unhappy seeds fell
on the roadway
or in the rocks
or among the weeds
Where they were eaten or sprouted and died.
The happy seeds fell
on good soil
Where they grew according to their kind.
Other seeds remained in the pouch of the sower
To be stored in a cool, dry place for another time.