Loss of love between us
Never can be nice;
Yet we live where Venus
Changes us to ice.
is solved by Venice (Venus changes to Venice).
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The very prosaic reply to the dainty lines—
“Tell me, my sweet,
Why are your feet
Like fairy-tales?”
is: Because they are leg ends (legends)!
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Our parson detains every man who has leisure
To study stained windows, the glory of fanes;
And instead of devoting his income to pleasure,
Our sainted dean spends his money on panes.