But the “Vers de Société,”
If you can are the best for your ‘wage.’
Though the purists may fall in a rage
That two rhymes go thrice in one lay,
You may passably echo an age
That is fading forgotten away.
Envoy.
Bard—heed not the seer and the sage,
‘Afflatus’ and Nature don’t pay;
But stick to the forms of an age