1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come

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