1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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