1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb