When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The genealogist with field and fess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
The best of all things to an end must come