And woe to teachers, ministers and scolds;
And, to the comfort of each untaught Fool,
Horace in English vindicates the Bowl.
"The man" (says Timon) "who is drunk is blest[4],
No fears [disturb], no cares destroy his rest;
In thoughtless joy he reels away his life,
Nor dreads that worst of ills, a noisy wife.
Of late I sat within the jangling bar,
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And heard my Rib's hoarse thunder from afar;