1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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