From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese And empty cages show lif'e bird has flown Old Galileo's Pisan offerings Filching the lolly country thrift helped save Such merchandise a melancholy brings Victorious worms grind all into the grave When dried the terrapin can naught express Shallots and sharks' fins face the smould'ring log To prove mamma an adult with a tress Their sculptors did our best our hulks they clog On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum The best of all things to an end must come