1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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