1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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