1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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