Or else he retorts with a sharp repartee.
And give me the smiles of joy and beauty,
The fellowship joined in a long jubilee—
Yes, the girls who live for love and duty.
It costs but a little to make such loans,
And dunce is the man who dares disagree.
They’re better than riches and glittering thrones;
They’re better for all and better for thee.
Then scatter the smiles from sea to sea,
Less fleeting than fame and more than booty.