For, though liquor can banish man’s reason afar,
’Tis only a fool or a sot,
Who with reason or sense would be ever at war,
And don’t know when enough he has got.
For, though at my simile many may joke,
Man is but a pipe—and his life but smoke.
Yes, a man and a pipe are much nearer akin
Than has as yet been understood,
For, until with breath they are both fill’d within,
Pray tell me for what are they good?