Fine is your temper as your hand-forged iron!
Even should you hack the ball from out the spherical,
Or find it near the pin with lumps of mire on,
Your language is not otherwise than clerical.
Once only, when your toe received the niblick,
The word I saw your lips frame was not biblic.
Upon the links as perfect in address
As in the pulpit, just as you are seen
In life to play according to the Book,
So too, mid all the hazards of the green,