It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep,

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.

Then Gently Scan Your Brother Man, Still Gentler Sister Woman; Though They May Gang A Kennin' Wrang, To Step Aside Is Human.

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.

O Life! Thou Art A Galling Load, Along A Rough, A Weary Road, To Wretches Such As I!

Mankind Is A Science That Defies Definitions.