Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde,
Lose all mine own? God hath giv'n me a measure
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Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde,
Lose all mine own? God hath giv'n me a measure
Short of His can and body; must I find
A pain in that, wherein he finds a pleasure?

A sensual and intemperate youth hands over a worn-out body to old
age.
[Lat., Libidinosa etenim et intemperans read more

A sensual and intemperate youth hands over a worn-out body to old
age.
[Lat., Libidinosa etenim et intemperans adolescentia effoetum
corpus tradit senectuti.]

Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.

Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;
The best of life is but intoxication:
Glory, the grape, love, read more

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;
The best of life is but intoxication:
Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk
The hopes of all men and of every nation;
Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk
Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion:
But to return,--Get very drunk; and when
You wake with headache, you shall see what then.

Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
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Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
Into some bruitish form of wolf or bear,
Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat,
All other parts remaining as they were;
And they, so perfect in their misery,
Not once perceive their foul disfigurement.

Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-Shop appears,
As the red waves of wretchedness swell,
How it burns read more

Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-Shop appears,
As the red waves of wretchedness swell,
How it burns on the edge of tempestuous years
The horrible Light-House of Hell!

O monstrous! but one halfpennyworth of bread to this intolerable
deal of sack!

O monstrous! but one halfpennyworth of bread to this intolerable
deal of sack!

Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny. It hath been
Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne
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Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny. It hath been
Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne
And fall of many kings.

I told you, sir, they were redhot with drinking;
So full of valor that they smote the air
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I told you, sir, they were redhot with drinking;
So full of valor that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces, beat the ground,
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project.