While some one else endorses
The obvious merits of our fighting forces?
If I have dined too well, to-morrow's cure
Shall be the fine for my excessive feasting;
But, at the night's tail-end, I can't endure
A punishment that bores me like a bee-sting,
Poisoning all the mirth
That should companion my distended girth.
For this relief from those who spoil the vine
(How oft have I refused, O learned Benchers,