1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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