1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
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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