1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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