Stood by the Tavern-door and whispered, "Lo!
The Pledge departed, what avails the Cup?
Then take the Pledge and let the Wine-cup go."
But I: "For every thirsty soul that drains
This Anodyne of Thought its rim contains—
Freewill the can, Necessity the must;
Pour off the must, and see, the can remains.
"Then, pot or glass, why label it 'With care?'
Or why your Sheepskin with my Gourd compare?
Lo! here the Bar and I the only Judge:—