From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The understanding critic firstly sees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The best of all things to an end must come