Intelligence, it is said, is the advice of the ear ; for, regarding what's read, Wisdom writes in but Water
As, by just mixing Mud & Blood, Wombs curse only their one manumitted daughter
That the Word is what Gods slaughter, for Work is all the Heavens fear
Must, as its ghost, to plague King Lud, Labour, yet, thrice appear?
Envoi-
Prince! Coronian! Entelechy of such Races as these Isles expel
Not sounds or sweet airs, a mere insect I, thee, me, repel.
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