1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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