Use, then, my lust for whisky and for thee,
Your function but to be and let me be
And see and let me see.
If in a lesser licht I grope my way,
Or use’t for ends that need your different ray
Whelm’t in superior day.
Then aye increase and ne’er withdraw your licht.
—Gin it shows either o’s in hideous plicht,
What gain to turn’t to nicht?
Whisky mak’s Heaven or Hell and whiles mells baith,