How Wretched Is The Person Who Hangs

I Love Drinking Now And Then. It Defecates The Standing Pool Of Thought. A Man Perpetually In The Paroxysm And Fears Of Inebriety Is Like A Half-drowned Stupid Wretch Condemned To Labor Unceasingly In Water; But A Now-and-then Tribute To Bacchus Is Like The Cold Bath, Bracing And Invigorating.

't Is Sweeter For Thee Despairing Than Aught In The World Beside,-jessy!

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.

Gin A Body Meet A Body Coming Thro' The Rye, Gin A Body Kiss A Body— Need A Body Cry?

Ye Hypocrites, Are These Your Pranks To Murder Men And Gie God Thanks Desist For Shame, Proceed No Further God Won't Accept Your Thanks For Murder.