If I were mild, and I were sweet, br And laid my heart before your feet, br And took my dearest thoughts to you, br And hailed your easy lies as true; br Were I to murmur "Yes," and then br "How true, my dear," and "Yes," again, br And wear my eyes discreetly down, br And tremble whitely at your frown, br And keep my words unquestioning br My love, you'd run like anything! br br Should I be frail, and I be mad, br And share my heart with every lad, br But beat my head against the floor br What times you wandered past my door; br Were I to doubt, and I to sneer, br And shriek "Farewell!" and still be here, br And break your joy, and quench your trust- br I should not see you for the dust!br br Dorothy Parkerbr br