Then, paltry pauper, swig away,
With gin and whiskey soak your clay,
Till you’ve diluted it to mortar,
Á filthy mass of mud and water.
Drink till th’ experiment you make
Of how much liquid fire ’twill take
To make a drunkard burn like tinder,
And change a nuisance to a cinder.
The devil, as Milton represented,
Gunpowder, long ago invented;