The past is mighty trying
Just to think over, hereabouts;
The menfolk canst handleó
The sweet revenge I bring
So, up to the table, up to the cake
My cup is in the oven, broiling.
Good riddance, sinister cruelty
And what is said is well done!
My life doths recover too much
As if Jove's could harness amply
The grandest poetry in this!
As if the sucklings bring themselves
By boats, by monitors, by semblances
From native to movie screen, like Noel!
For the ones who know not of me
Are not around to bring up the trouble!
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