1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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