purged of accretions & newly published in the corrected hemimeter version prepared under the general folgership of G. Starbuck

Poor Soul
Fly,
thief;
thy
fief-
dom
's torched.

Come,
Cur.
Fetch!

Get
your
scorched
earth
worth.
Not Marble
This
word,
whis-
pered,
shall
stand,
and

the
Car-
rar-
a
mar-
ble
fall.



My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing
Yes,
Per-
fes-
ser,

snow
no
doubt
out-
does

her
et-
cet-
er-
as.
Like the Sun
She's

not
some
flot-
sam
si-
mi-
les
from
Ly-
ly's
Eu-
phu-
es.



Th' Expense
Lust
is
just
mis-

er-
y,
wor-
ry

and
blame.
Brand-
name

dreck.
Ecch.
‘Notes on the Life, By the Late B. D. Browse.'
"Bill?
Lil?
'sme!
's Will!

Key?
Natch.

Latch-
rope?
Nope.

Ope
Nup!

Yup.

You
too."