From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The Turks said just take anything you please
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb