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404 Yet they'd resign that post so high, To be the genitive, Durfei. B and L swore b— and w—s! X and Z cried, p—x and z—s! G swore, by G—d, it ne'er should be; And W would not lose, not he, An English letter's property In the great name of Tom D'Urfy. In short, the rest were all in fray, From christ-cross to et cætera. They, tho' but standers by, too mutter'd; Diphthongs and triphthongs swore and flutter'd: Then Jove thus spake: "With care and pain We form'd this name, renown'd in rhyme: Not thine, immortal Neufgermain ! Cost studious cabalists more time. Rather than letters longer be, Unless i' th' name of Tom D'Urfy. "Were you all pleas'd, yet what, I pray, To foreign letters could I say? What if the Hebrew next should aim To turn quite backward D'Urfy's name? Should the Greek quarrel too, by Styx, I Could never bring in Psi and Xi; " Omicron