Drinking versus Thinking

My Merry men all, that drink with glee

This fanciful Philosophy,

       &nbspPray tell me what good is it?

If antient Nick should come and take,

The same across the Stygian Lake,

       &nbspI guess we ne'er should miss it.





Away, each pale, self-brooding spark

That goes truth-hunting in the dark,

       &nbspAway from our carousing!

To Pallas we resign such fowls—

Grave birds of wisdom! ye're but owls,

       &nbspAnd all your trade but mousing!





My merry men all, here's punch and wine,

And spicy bishop, drink divine!

       &nbspLet's live while we are able.

While Mirth and Sense sit, hand in glove,

This Don Philosophy we'll shove

       &nbspDead drunk beneath the table!