beetling cliff o'erhangs the deep,
peerest to meditate the healing leap:
would'st thou be cur'd, thou silly, moping elf?
ugh at her follies—ugh e'en at thyself:
learn to despise those frowns now so terrific,
and love a kihat's yrand specific.
to sum up all, be merry, i advise;
and as we're merry, may we still be wise.