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But try another tack; say: "I indulge caprice, Who am Don and Duke, and Knight, beside, o' the Golden Fleece, And, never mind how rich. Abandon this career! Have hearth and home, nor let your womankind appear Without as multiplied a coating as protects An onion from the eye! Become, in all respects, God-fearing householder, subsistent by brain-skill, Hand-labor; win your bread whatever way you will, So it be honestly,--and, while I have a purse, Means shall not lack!"--his thanks will be the roundest curse That ever rolled from lip.