The very stoniest heart would soften,
You evidently think it flat,
You're in it—aren't you—much too often?
Yet whether 9st. 12, as when
You weighed that day at Margate Station,
Or 10st. 7, or 7st. 10,
I can't pretend to indignation.
To bant from early morn till late
May be, of course, supremely right of you;
But if you feel oppressed by weight,