Rattled her bits of tile, made all too plain
How baby-work like "Herakles" had birth!
Last, Bacchos—candidly disclaiming brains
Able to follow finer argument—
Confessed himself much moved by three main facts:
First,—if you stick a "Lost his flask of oil"
At pause of period, you perplex the sense,—
Were it the Elegy for Marathon!
Next, if you weigh two verses, "car"—the word,
Will outweigh "club"—the word, in each packed line!