My health was gone, my senses lost.
I found the claret and champagne
Inflame my blood, and mad my brain;
The toast fell falt’ring from my tongue,
I hardly heard the catch I sung.
I felt my gorge and sickness rise;
The candle danc’d before my eyes;
My sight grew dim, the room turn’d round,
I tumbled senseless to the ground.
Henry Erskine.