I Awoke One Morning And Found Myself

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.

Tis Pleasant Purchasing Our Fellow-creatures; And All Are To Be Sold, If You Consider Their Passions, And Are Dext'rous; Some By Features Are Brought Up, Others By A Warlike Leader; Some By A Place--as Tend Their Years Or Natures; The Most By Ready Cash--but All Have Prices, From Crowns To Kicks, According To Their Vices.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

I Cannot Conceive Why People Will Always Mix Up My Own Character And Opinions With Those Of The Imaginary Beings Which, As A Poet, I Have The Right And Liberty To Draw.

Perhaps The Early Grave Which Men Weep Over May Be Meant To Save.