1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come

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