The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum