And keep the hiccups from the heart.
With good and gentle-humored hearts
I choose to chat, whene'er I come,
Whate'er the subject be that starts;
But if I get among the glum
I hold my tongue, to tell the truth,
And keep my breath to cool my broth.
For chance or change of peace or pain;
For fortune's favor or her frown;
For luck or glut, for loss or gain,