1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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