No matter.—Whole and sound I’ll keep my heart.
Not from one crumb on’t will I ever part.
Its kindly warmth shall ne’er be chilled by all
The coldest breath that from your lips can fall.
You needn’t vex yourself, old churl, nor fret!
My kindly feelings you shall never get.
And though to take my hearing you rejoice,
In spite of you, I’ll still hear friendship’s voice.
And though you take the rest, it shall not grieve me;
For gleams of cheerful spirits you must leave me.