1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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