| of gravitates. Let him be Artalone the Weeps with his parisites | 1 |
| peeling off him I'll be Highfee the Crackasider. Flunkey Footle | 2 |
| furloughed foul, writing off his phoney, but Conte Carme makes | 3 |
| the melody that mints the money. Ad majorem l.s.d.! Divi gloriam. | 4 |
| A darkener of the threshold. Haru? Orimis, capsizer of his ant- | 5 |
| boat, sekketh rede from Evil-it-is, lord of loaves in Amongded. | 6 |
| Be it! So be it! Thou-who-thou-art, the fleet-as-spindhrift, | 7 |
| impfang thee of mine wideheight. Haru! | 8 |
| The thing pleased him andt, and andt, | 9 |
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| He larved ond he larved on he merd such a nauses | 10 |
| The Gracehoper feared he would mixplace his fauces. | 11 |
| I forgive you, grondt Ondt, said the Gracehoper, weeping, | 12 |
| For their sukes of the sakes you are safe in whose keeping. | 13 |
| Teach Floh and Luse polkas, show Bienie where's sweet | 14 |
| And be sure Vespatilla fines fat ones to heat. | 15 |
| As I once played the piper I must now pay the count | 16 |
| So saida to Moyhammlet and marhaba to your Mount! | 17 |
| Let who likes lump above so what flies be a full 'un; | 18 |
| I could not feel moregruggy if this was prompollen. | 19 |
| I pick up your reproof, the horsegift of a friend, | 20 |
| For the prize of your save is the price of my spend. | 21 |
| Can castwhores pulladeftkiss if oldpollocks forsake 'em | 22 |
| Or Culex feel etchy if Pulex don't wake him? | 23 |
| A locus to loue, a term it t'embarass, | 24 |
| These twain are the twins that tick Homo Vulgaris. | 25 |
| Has Aquileone nort winged to go syf | 26 |
| Since the Gwyfyn we were in his farrest drewbryf | 27 |
| And that Accident Man not beseeked where his story ends | 28 |
| Since longsephyring sighs sought heartseast for their orience? | 29 |
| We are Wastenot with Want, precondamned, two and true, | 30 |
| Till Nolans go volants and Bruneyes come blue. | 31 |
| Ere those gidflirts now gadding you quit your mocks for my gropes | 32 |
| An extense must impull, an elapse must elopes, | 33 |
| Of my tectucs takestock, tinktact, and ail's weal; | 34 |
| As I view by your farlook hale yourself to my heal. | 35 |