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RY we life-long, we can never Straighten out life's tangled skein, Why should we, in vain endeavour,
 * Guess and guess and guess again?
 * Life's a pudding full of plums;
 * Care's a canker that benumbs.

Wherefore waste our elocution On impossible solution? Life's a pleasant institution,
 * Let us take it as it comes!

Set aside the dull enigma,
 * We shall guess it all too soon;

Failure brings no kind of stigma—
 * Dance we to another tune!
 * String the lyre and fill the cup,
 * Lest on sorrow we should sup.