Shaking the cup of tea, well lined with rum,
Seems now five palsied bones. Last drink of all,
That ends intoxication’s history,
Is laudanum, self murder’s long oblivion
Sans Faith, sans Hope, sans Life, sans everything.
The Comic Magazine. Fourth series 1834.
——:o:——
Jaques in Capel Court.
——All the world are stags!
Yea, all the men and women merely jobbers!