Whatever day Fortune has given count gain,
Nor bother with oncoming sorrow;
And think it your duty to-night to disdain
That examination to-morrow.
Forbear not to stroll once a day to the Gym.,
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And try its machines every sort;
Then stroll adown Main Street with Harry or Tim,
And astonish the plebs of the 'Port.
Call oft on the maiden who loves you the best,
Although she's too bashful to show it;
Think of her, not of marks, boy, and as for the rest,
While you 're young, Thaliarchus, why, go it!
W.