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"His face is his fortune;"

Yes, seldom we see

One for "tick" importune,

As boldly as he.

Like one who has riches

Acquired by gift,

He laughs at the stitches

Of gainer by thrift,

For face is his treasure,

And why keep in bank?

One cannot find pleasure

With pocket-book lank.

So credit he uses

Where'er it will pass,

And always abuses

The laboring class.

But "cheek" is like iron

That's coated with tin,

It has a nice face on,

But one rather thin.