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There's not a Ioy that Life can give, &c.
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There's not a joy that wine can give like that it takes away,When slight intoxication yields to drunkenness the sway,
'Tis not that youth's smooth cheek its blush surrenders to the nose,
But the stomach turns, the forehead burns, and all our pleasure goes.
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Then the few, who still can keep their chairs amid the smash'd decanters,Who wanton still in witless jokes, and laugh at pointless banters—
The magnet of their course is gone—for, let them try to walk,
Their legs, they speedily will find as jointless as their talk.
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Then the mortal hotness of the brain, like hell itself, is burning,It cannot feel, nor dream, nor think—'tis whizzing, blazing, turning—
The heavy wel, or port, or rum, has mingled with our tears,
And if by chance we're weeping drunk, each drop our cheek-bone sears.
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Though fun still flow from fluent lips, and jokes confuse our noddlesThrough midnight hours, while punch our powers insidiously enfuddles,
'Tis but as ivy leaves were worn by Bacchanals of yore,
To make them still look fresh and gay while rolling on the floor.
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Oh! could I walk as I have walk'd, or see as I have seen;Or even roll as I have done on many a carpet green—
As port at Highland inn seems sound, all corkish though it be,
So would I the Borachio kiss, and get blind drunk with thee.
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