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My first you oft savagely pierce through and through;
My next harbours nonsense, and wisdom, and dust;
But, oh! what disaster might chance to accrue,
Should my whole, from my second, step into my first!
233. DECAPITATION
My whole describes the action of a gale,
Decapitation makes an organ play.
Behead again, it sounds o’er hill and vale;
Again, it tells of what we do not pay.
Take nothing off, it is an eagle’s sail.
Again behead, and half a string denote;
Again, and lo! a horse’s head and tail;
And last of all on music’s notes I float.
234. A BURIED PROVERB
Society—how her enthusiasts worship at her Juggernaut car. Cases exist here, proving how illogical are these eagle-sighted, place-hunting beings, scoffing at hereditary position, yet striving to get her smile.
A well-known proverb is buried in this sentence. Can you dig it out?