When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
The best of all things to an end must come