Unable to purchase a flask,
He chose for his mansion a tub,
And liv’d by the scent of the cask, &c.
II.
Heraclitus ne’er would deny,
To tipple and cherish his heart,
And when he was maudlin he’d cry,
Because he had empty’d his quart:
Tho’ some are so foolish to think
He wept at men’s folly and vice,