Incipit
A Fable Luxus tumultus semper causa est. Lucullus Languish, student of the skies, And connoisseur of rarebits and mince pies, A bard by choice, a grocer’s clerk by trade, (Grown pessimist through honours long delay’d) A secret yearning bore, that he might shine In breathing numbers, and in song divine. Each day his fountain pen was wont to drop An ode or dirge or two about the shop, Yet naught could strike the chord within his heart That throbb’d for poesy, and cry’d for art. Each eve he sought his bashful Muse to wake With overdoses of ice cream and cake, But though th’ambitious …
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