ABSTRACT
Give ear to this advice from one who’s well informed: “Lay down your head where’er by wine you’ve been transformed.” Whene’er a drunken man reels forth from tavern door, A laughing-stock he’s made by urchin and by boor. Now here, now there, he lurches, stumbling on his road; Falls in the mire; is mocked and jeered, scorned as a toad. The children of the neighbourhood his steps surround, Unconscious what is wine’s hilarity profound.
