1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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