1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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