At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The understanding critic firstly sees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum