To a wife’s angry spirits we know too well of.
Thus whisky does make drunkards of us all
Who lack the native hue of resolution;
And man’s nose is sicklied o’er with the red cast
Of drink! and all his limbs
Their motions turn awry,
And lose their power of—Equilibrium.
American Paper.
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To drink, or not to drink? That is the question.