1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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