I've seen a dozen lying under.
Besides, as old Sam Johnson said once, I've no patience
With men who never tell the sober truth
But when they're drunk, and aren't to be believed, forsooth,
Except in their lie-bations.
Oh! do not think, you who these praises hear,
Don't think my muse be-mused with beer,
Nor that in speaking thus my pleasure
I go beyond beer measure.
But stay,