And not exhaust your hospitality;
Give me no more.
Give me no more: I’m nearly tight already,
Behold my flaming cheek and bloodshot eye;
Yes, O my friend, ’tis time to say good bye,
My tongue feels thick, my knees are far from steady
Give me no more.
Give me no more: ofttimes I might be glad
To drink with you all night, and glass for glass,
But not just now—my honest word I pass—