1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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