To be, in short, a martyr to yourself,
Or victim of your ungentility?
Or be gallant, and, for a lady’s sake,
Deny yourself the pleasure of these woes;
Gracefully—that is, if gracefully you can,
Spite of aforesaid hindrances—yield
Your inside station to a fairer fare,
Removing to the knifeboard, there to be
The prey of downright, but more wholesome ills—
The heav’n-sent rain—not tepid drops