1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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