Cut Men's Throats With Whisperings.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do It Tomorrow; Best, While You Have It, Use Your Breath; There Is No Drinking After Death.

To Struggle When Hope Is Banished! To Live When Life's Salt Is Gone! To Dwell In A Dream That's Vanished- To Endure, And Go Calmly On!

Let Those That Merely Talk And Never Think, That Live In The Wild Anarchy Of Drink

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.