1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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