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...EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT HERRICK THE BRONCHO THAT WOULD NOT BE BROKEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LUCINDA MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LINES ADAPTED TO A FAVOURITE MILITARY AIR by JAMES HAY BEATTIE DUSK ON ENGLISH BAY by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY BESS AND HER SPINNING-WHEEL by ROBERT BURNS |