Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The understanding critic firstly sees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum