1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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