1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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