From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum