It sends them home to bed, to take their rest.
The fourth’s no longer mine! ’tis “drinkers’ bowl.”
A fifth they call for; then they shout and howl.
The sixth sends forth the party for a lark.
The seventh to fight and bear the drunkard’s mark.
Lawsuits the eighth. The ninth breeds furious talking;
The tenth, to rave and lose the power of walking.
Small though the bowl, much wine, if poured in neat,
The head at first affects, and last the feet.