My Merry men all, that drink with glee This fanciful Philosophy, Pray tell me what good is it? If @3antient Nick@1 should come and take, The same across the Stygian Lake, I guess we ne'er should miss it. Away, each pale, self-brooding spark That goes truth-hunting in the dark, Away from our carousing! To Pallas we resign such fowls -- Grave birds of Wisdom! ye're but owls, And all your trade but @3mousing@1! My merry men all, here's punch and wine, And spicy bishop, drink divine! Let's live while we are able. While Mirth and Sense sit, hand in glove, This Don Philosophy we'll shove Dead drunk beneath the table! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW-MADE HONOUR (IMITATED FROM MARTIAL) by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON WHAT MY LOVER SAID by HOMER GREENE THE WEST WIND by JOHN MASEFIELD ST. SIMEON STYLITES by ALFRED TENNYSON FALL PLOWING by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |