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Dorothy Parker - Ballade Of A Great Weariness
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There`s little to have but the things I had,
There`s little to bear but the things I bore.
There`s nothing to carry and naught to add,
And glory to Heaven, I paid the score.

There`s little to do but I did before,
There`s little to learn but the things I know;
And this is the sum of a lasting lore:
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

And couldn`t it be I was young and mad
If ever my heart on my sleeve I wore?
There`s many to claw at a heart unclad,
And little the wonder it ripped and tore.
There`s one that`ll join in their push and roar,
With stories to jabber, and stones to throw;
He`ll fetch you a lesson that costs you sore:
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

So little I`ll offer to you, my lad;
It`s little in loving I set my store.
There`s many a maid would be flushed and glad,
And better you`ll knock at a kindlier door.
I`ll dig at my lettuce, and sweep my floor,
Forever, forever I`m done with woe.
And happen I`ll whistle about my chore,
"Scratch a lover, and find a foe."


                  L`ENVOI

Oh, beggar or prince, no more, no more!
  Be off and away with your strut and show.
The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core:
  Scratch a lover, and find a foe!
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