1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come
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