Although you deem it far from nice, And it perchance may hurt you, Let me suggest that cowardice Can masquerade as virtue; And many a maid remains a maid Because she is afraid. And many a man is chaste because He fears the house of sin; And though before the door he pause, He dare not enter in: So worse than being dissolute At home he plays the flute. And many an old cove such as I Is troubled with the jitters, And being as he`s scared to die Gives up his gin and bitters; While dreading stomach ulcers he Chucks dinner for high tea. Well, we are wise. When life begins To look so dour and dark `Tis good to jettison our sins And keep afloat the bark: But don`t let us claim lack of vice For what`s plumb cowardice!SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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