Strives, but in vain, to hate the man.
With this kind wish I end my lays,
Be ever young with length of days.
or such appreciation of his Christmas hospitality as this:
Our liquor at all times to nature gives fire,
Infuses new blood, and new thoughts can inspire.
Your wife, she may scold, undaunted you’ll sing,
For he that is drunk is as great as a King.
In the field, if all night you lie under a willow,
The soft easy snow shall be your down pillow.