1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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