1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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