If once your names are on the poet’s roll,

The Muses should be under your control.

You know our want; a good stiff liquor

To make their creeping blood flow quicker;

Then brew the brewst without delay;

What was not done to-day, to-morrow

Will leave undone for greater sorrow.

Don’t stand, and stare, and block the way,

But with a firm, set purpose lay

Hold of your bright thoughts as they rise to view,

And bid them stay;

Once caught, they will not lightly run away,

Till they have done what in them lies to do.

Among the sons of German play,

Each tries his hand at what he may;

Therefore be brilliant in your scenery,

And spare no cost on your machinery.

Let sun and moon be at your call,

And scatter stars on stars around;

Let water, fire, and rocky wall,

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