IN vain with cheering words I've tried,
And ev'ry means that I can think
Of oaths, and blows, and kicks beside
To get this plaguey beast to drink!
I've led him by the bridle thrice,
And coax'd and pull'd, and coax'd again,
And blows and words alike are vain.
Yet when I turn the matter o'er,
I really think, myself despite,
That I in sense am wanting more,
And of the two the Horse is right!
Why, after all, should I feel sore
And lose my temper in this way?
The beast p'rhaps drank enough before,
And selfdom drinks three times a day;
That's why he had no will thereto,
Nor would approach the water's brink:
But how could I expect him to?
If he'd nor thirst nor need of drink!
And if he brute himself but had
The pow'r of speech, assuredly,
Brute as he is, he'd call me mad,
And much the greater fool than he!
Hence it is plain that even Man,
So bent each beast with scorn to treat,
May learn from them more wisdom than
In his own fellow oft he'll meet!
For lo! no force can bring the beast
To drink, if not his thirst to slake,
While Man, creation's lord at least,
Will drink all day for drinking's sake!
The saying is well known and true,
That when a beast had drank his need,
E'en though a King himself might sue,
He'll drink no more, not he, indeed!
Fie! Man!-fie! you, the lord of Mind!
Who, sway'd by senseless appetite,
In needless drink enjoyment find,
'Gainst nature, reason, and 'gainst right!
Your thirst once quench'd, desist,nor let
The taunts of fools, nor warmth of friends
Prevail to make you once forget
The bound where Reason's empire ends.
More than the humble brute a-field?
Or in the pow'r of Mind you have,
Must it before his Instinct yield!
What would the people say to see
Good wine into the Kennel cast?
And yet, the Drunkard, is not he
A human Kennel to the last?
WHy good drink down the Sewers throw?
Worse than the brute art thou, Man-fool!
Wouldst thou a nobler duty know,
Betake thee to the Horse to school,
If t's more than Horses' work to think;
In one thing yet the Horse stands first,
It's more than Horses' work to drink
Without the need or sense of thirst.
IL n'est manger, qu'à bonne faim.
A COULONS souls cerises amères.
JAMAIS homme sage on vit
Buveur de vin sans appétit.
VIN dentro, dermo fuori.
Wen Wein eingehet, da gehet wiss auss.
NE monstre pas ta vaillance à bien boire: car le vin a faict périr plusiers.
SYRACH. xxxi. 29.
WINE measurbly drunk, and in reason, bringeth gladness of heart and cheerfulness
of the mind; but wine drunken with excess maketh bitterness of the mind-diminishes
strength, and maketh wounds.-Ecclesiasticus xxxi. 28, 30.
THE first glass for thirst, the second for nourishment, the third for pleasure, and
the fourth for madness.-ANACHARSIS.
AS surseit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint: our natures do pursue
(Like rats that raven down their proper ban)
A thirsty evil, and when we drink we die.
SHAKESP. Measure for Measure.
WHEN Phoebus sets in the Hesperian streames,
And Westerne shores blush with his drowned beames;
Then I as Phoebus second must give Light,
And act my part in darkenesse of the night:
But now my Light complaines that I decay,
And into greasie teares doe melt away;
So I am forst to yeeld. O turne thy teame
Phoebus, and Phospher shew thy morning beame.
When Christ the Sonne of righteousnesse did goe
Vnto his Heavenly mansions from below,
Then he his holy servants did commanc,
Conspicuous to the world, like lights, to stand;
But when they faile with watching, toile, and age,
And now are ready to goe off the stage,
Then up they yeeld the light of life and cry;
O come thou Sonne of righteousnesse, we die.
FARLIE'S Emblems.
THOUGH TAKEN TO THE WATER'S BRINK, NO BLOWS CAN FORCE THE HORSE TO DRINK
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