No More Was Seen The Human Form

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.

Is Not Absence Death To Those Who Love?

Live Like Yourself, Was Soon My Lady's Word, And Lo! Two Puddings Smok'd Upon The Board.

Be Not The First By Whom The New Are Tried, Nor Yet The Last To Lay The Old Aside.

From Vulgar Bounds With Brave Disorder Part, And Snatch A Grace Beyond The Reach Of Art.