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a fancy restaurant, With terrapin and canvas-back and all the wine you want; To enjoy the flowers and music, watch the pretty women pass, Smoke a choice cigar, and sip the wealthy water in your glass; It's bully in a high-toned joint to eat and drink your fill, But it's quite another matter when you Pay the bill. It's great to go out every night on fun or pleasure bent, To wear your glad rags always, and to never save a cent; To drift along regardless, have a good time every trip; To hit the high spots sometimes, and to let your chances slip; To know you're acting foolish, yet to go on fooling still, Till Nature calls a show-down, and you Pay the bill. Time has got a little bill--get wise while yet you may, For the debit side's increasing in a most alarming way; The things you had no right to do, the things you should have done, They're all put down: it's up to you to pay for every one. So eat, drink, and be merry, have a good time if you will, But God help you when the time comes, and you Foot the bill. QUATRAINS One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar, To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star; It lies with thee--the choice is thine, is thine, To hit the ties or drive thy auto-car. I answer Her: The choice is mine--ah, no! We all were made or marred long, long ago. The parts are written: hear the super wail: "Who is stage-managing this cosmic show?" Blind fools of fate, and slaves of circumstance, Life is a fiddler, and we all must dance. From gloom where mocks that will-o'-wisp, Freewill, I heard a voice cry: "Say, give us a chance." Chance! Oh, there is no chance. The scene is set. Up with the curtain! Man, the marionette, Resumes his part. The gods will work the wires. They've got it all down fine, you bet, you bet! It's all decreed: the mighty earthquake crash; The countless constellations' wheel and flash; The rise and fall of empires, war's red tide, The composition of your dinner hash. There's no haphazard in this world of ours: Cause and effect are grim, relentless powers. They rule the world. (A king was shot last night. Last night I held the joker and both bowers.)
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