When one with t'other straightaway agrees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum