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Again (see chapter on _The Ball_) / The Boldest Metaphor grows tame; / Superlatives abjectly crawl / Back to their lexicon in shame, / And Synonyms in shrieking chorus / Take refuge in the deep Thesaurus.
But every cloud that bars the sun / They say with silverwear is lined; / And tho' they felt they were Undone, / Their Highnesses were cheered to find / At midnight when their Robes took wings, / They kept their -- well, their Other Things.