1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
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
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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