The Intelligence We Evince
The intelligence men evince
Is what should others convince
That they have been working hard since,
Now and again, from sure pains wince;
Not Radiance of the king's Clarence:
The White Dependent on Black Prince
But Legendary Night Nurse Florence
Whose story still place hands on chins...
The intelligence we evince
Should make us, if need be, words mince,
To, later, our stained lips rinse:
Like Death-dodging Galileo had,
Not ashamed to sing like a lad...
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