From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The understanding critic firstly sees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb