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The false one looked for a daintier lot, 
The constant one ivearied me out and out — 
The best one was not easily got. 
I set my heart upon travels grand, 
Hurrah! 
And spurned our plain, old Fatherland; 
But ah! 
Naught seemed to be just the thing it should. 
Most comfortless bed and indifferent food, 
My tastes misunderstood. 
I set my heart upon sounding fame; 
Hurrah! 
And lo! Pm eclipsed by some upstart’s name; 
But ah! 
When in public life I loomed quite high, 
The folks that passed me would look awry; 
Their very worst friend was I! 
And then I set my heart upon war; 
Hurrah! 
We gained some battles with eclat; 
Hurrah! 
We troubled the foe with sword and flame 
(And some of our friends fared quite the same); 
I lost a leg for fame! 
Now I’ve set my heart upon nothing, you see. 
Hurrah! 
And the wide world belongs to me! 
Hurrah! 
The feast begins to run low, no doubt. 
But at the old cask we’ll have one good bout. 
Come, drink the lees all out!” 
So, with fame, and wealth, and women, and travel, and “glorious 
war,” this great genius amused and tortured himself; and then towards the 
