At five precisely out went La Marquise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum