At first gets higher, then gets lower,
Then tumbles dead drunk on the floor!
Such would have been my sad case, if
I’d taken half another tiff;
And even now, I cannot swear,
I’m not as mad as a March hare!
How these confounded gases serve us!
But Beddoes says that I am nervous,
And that this oxyd gas of nitre
Is bad for such a nervous writer!