Monday 18 December 2023

Hock and Soda-water!

 I would to heaven that I were so much clay,  
As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling—
Because at least the past were pass’d away—
And for the future—(but I write this reeling,  
Having got drunk exceedingly to-day,  
So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling)  
I say—the future is a serious matter—
And so—for God’s sake—hock and soda-water!
Lord Byron, On the Back of the Poet’s MS. of Canto I of Don Juan.