If Sorrow, the tyrant, invade the breast, Haul out the foul fiend by the lug, the lug! Let no thought of the morrow disturb your rest, But banish despair in a mug, a mug! Or if thy wife prove none of the best, Or admits no time but to think, to think, Or the weight of thy horns bow down thy crest, Divert the dull Demon with drink, with drink! Or if thy mistress proves unworty to thee, Ne'er pine, ne'er pine at the wanton pug! But choose out a fairer and kinder than she, And banish despair in a mug, a mug! Then he is an ass that seems to despair At any coy frown of the wanton pug; Be merry and jolly, and drown all thy care For ever and aye, in a mug, a mug! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE HIRAM POWERS' GREEK SLAVE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD: SONG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH TERNISSA, FR HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SYMPHONY OF THE SOIL by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE HEART'S COLLOQUY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 28. AD TE DOMINE CLAMABO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE CHAMBER by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |