We loved and we quarrell'd, like April our strife,

I guzzled my stoup, and I buried my wife;

But the thing that consoled me at this time of life

Was—my father did so before me.

Then now I'm resolv'd at all sorrows to blink—

Since winking's the tippy I'll tip 'em the wink,

I'll never get drunk when I cannot get drink,

Nor ever let misery bore me.

I sneer at the Fates, and I laugh at their spite,

I sit down contented to sit up all night,