Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum