1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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