And flourish and the rest, not bend demure
Pointing out blunders—'Sharp, not natural!
Permit me—on the black key use the thumb!'
There 's some fatality, I 'm sure! You say
'Marry the cousin, that's your proper move!'
And I do use the thumb and hit the sharp:
You should have listened to your own head's hint,
As I to you! The puzzle 's past my power,
How you have managed—with such stuff, such means—
Not to be rich nor great nor happy man: