1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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