At five precisely out went La Marquise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The Turks said just take anything you please
That suede ferments is not at all well known
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum