When one with t'other straightaway agrees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The genealogist with field and fess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
And let you off from your opinions glum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum