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PLEASE yourself how you have it.

Take my words, and fling

Them down on the counter roundly;

See if they ring.

Sift my looks and expressions,

And see what proportion there is

Of sand in my doubtful sugar

Of verities.

Have a real stock-taking

Of my manly breast;

Find out if I'm sound or bankrupt,

Or a poor thing at best.

For I am quite indifferent

To your dubious state,

As to whether you've found a fortune

In me, or a flea-bitten fate.

Make a good investigation

Of all that is there,

And then, if it's worth it, be grateful —

If not then despair.

If despair is our portion

Then let us despair.

Let us make for the weeping willow.

I do n't care.