Murder in madness cloak'd, in choler, Pride;
Above, Impiety, with curses bound,
Lours at the skies, and whirls Damnation round.
Some rage, in all the strength of folly mad,
Some love stupidity, in silence clad,
Are never quarrelsome, are never gay,
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But sleep and groan and drink the Night away;
Old Torpio nods, and, as the laugh goes round,
Grunts through the nasal Duct, and joins the sound;