A town appear’d—and, where an infant went,
Could they determine, on themselves intent?
I lost my way, and my companions me,
And all, their comforts and tranquillity.
Mid-day it was, and, as the sun declined,
The good, found early, I no more could find 90
The men drank much, to whet the appetite; }
And, growing heavy, drank to make them light; }
Then drank to relish joy, then further to excite. }
Their cheerfulness did but a moment last;