Looks a good opening for a nice young man!
So easy too—to drink, to sleep, to dream—
There’s more in that though than at first doth seem;
For I have heard the restless toper knows
(When he has shuffled off his bed the clothes)
Nocturnal horrors! Spirits, floor’d by day,
Rise up in vengeance, and assert their sway:—
Some grin like gurgoyles; like night-mares infest
His sleep, and chaff him; some upon his breast
Dance endless Polkas; some fan fever’s flame,—