Cried Allen Forman: “Doctor, pray
Compose my spirit’s strife:
O what may be my chances, say,
Of living all my life?
“For lately I have dreamed of high
And hempen dissolution!
O doctor, doctor, how can I
Amend my constitution?”
The learned leech replied: “You’re young
And beautiful and strong—
Permit me to inspect your tongue:
H’m, ah, ahem!—’tis long.”