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A sonnet To a Lady's Skull Now Used for My Tobacco Ash Would have been wistful-fanciful And rich in Oriental pash. The Charters quaintly called Select I hoped in metre to dissect; Also (somewhat analogous) To render the Dialogus (You know it?) de Scaccario And put my tutor in a glow. The University Statutes Afford some still ungarnered fruits— In featly-footed terza-rima They'd please the dilettante dreamer.

Then there was something rather coarser, A fragment in the vein of Chaucer, You would have dubbed the thing robust— I'll try it yet, I really must. ..

But most of all my soul regrets My still unwritten triolets.