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Let those who will believe the Gods / On high Olympus do not travel / Along the lane that Progress plods, / The tricks of mortals to unravel: / Let them believe who will they shun / The average of C. B. Fry, / Or never from their lilied park / A little nearer Clifton run / To watch with joy the crimson lark / By Jessop bullied to the sky.
They love the Game. So warm they glow, / Not seldom rise imperial quarrels; / And not so many moons ago / Jove boxed with zeal Apollo's laurels. / The question ran, Was Arthur Mold / Unfairly stigmatised by muffs, / Or did he play a dubious prank? / Venus herself began to scold, / And Gods by dozens on a bank / Profanely took to fisticuffs!