Brain and brawn and blood are thine;
And what I drink, and what I eat,
Whose can it be, if ’tis not mine?
If I can number twice three horses,
Are not their muscles mine? and when I’m mounted,
I feel myself a man, and wheel my courses,
Just as if four-and-twenty legs I counted.
Quick then! have done with reverie,
And dash into the world with me!
I tell thee plain, a speculating fellow