Some John's son has been reading (sub rosa, or sub orchida, I should say) Ben Jonson (which, come to think of it, means "son of John's son").

Poetry, it is one, involuted something, it is. . .

"He who cannot attract Pan approaches Proteus in vain." - Pico della Mirandola

For through the Janus of a joke
The candid psychopompos spoke. - WH Auden

Come on, come on! and where you go,
So interweave the curious knot,
As ev'n the observer scarce may know
Which lines are Pleasure's, and which not. - Ben Jonson