<p>IN vain with cheering words I've tried,<lb/> And ev'ry means that I can think<lb/> Of oaths, and blows, and kicks beside<lb/> To get this plaguey beast to drink!<lb/> I've led him by the bridle thrice,<lb/> And coax'd and pull'd, and coax'd again,<lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac166"/> But he wont drink at any price,<lb/> And blows and words alike are vain.<lb/> Yet when I turn the matter o'er,<lb/> I really think, myself despite,<lb/> That I in sense am wanting more,<lb/> And of the two the Horse is right!<lb/> Why, after all, should I feel sore<lb/> And lose my temper in this way?<lb/> The beast p'rhaps drank enough before,<lb/> And selfdom drinks three times a day;<lb/> That's why he had no will thereto,<lb/> Nor would approach the water's brink:<lb/> But how could I expect him to?<lb/> If he'd nor thirst nor need of drink!<lb/> And if he brute himself but had<lb/> The pow'r of speech, assuredly,<lb/> Brute as he is, he'd call me mad,<lb/> And much the greater fool than he!<lb/> Hence it is plain that even Man,<lb/> So bent each beast with scorn to treat,<lb/> May learn from them more wisdom than<lb/> In his own fellow oft he'll meet!<lb/> For lo! no force can bring the beast<lb/> To drink, if not his thirst to slake,<lb/> While Man, creation's lord at least,<lb/> Will drink all day for drinking's sake!<lb/> The saying is well known and true,<lb/> That when a beast had drank his need,<lb/> E'en though a King himself might sue,<lb/> He'll drink no more, not he, indeed!<lb/> Fie! Man!-fie! you, the lord of Mind!<lb/> Who, sway'd by senseless appetite,<lb/> In needless drink enjoyment find,<lb/> 'Gainst nature, reason, and 'gainst right!<lb/> Your thirst once quench'd, desist,nor let<lb/> The taunts of fools, nor warmth of friends<lb/> Prevail to make you once forget<lb/> The bound where Reason's empire ends.<lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac167"/> Are you your Senses', Passions' slave,<lb/> More than the humble brute a-field?<lb/> Or in the pow'r of Mind you have,<lb/> Must it before his Instinct yield!<lb/> What would the people say to see<lb/> Good wine into the Kennel cast?<lb/> And yet, the Drunkard, is not he<lb/> A human Kennel to the last?<lb/> WHy good drink down the Sewers throw?<lb/> Worse than the brute art thou, Man-fool!<lb/> Wouldst thou a nobler duty know,<lb/> Betake thee to the Horse to school,<lb/> If t's more than Horses' work to think;<lb/> In one thing yet the Horse stands first,<lb/> It's more than Horses' work to drink<lb/> Without the need or sense of thirst.</p> <p>IL n'est manger, qu'à bonne faim.<lb/> A COULONS souls cerises amères. <lb/> JAMAIS homme sage on vit<lb/> Buveur de vin sans appétit.<lb/> VIN dentro, dermo fuori.<lb/> Wen Wein eingehet, da gehet wiss auss.<lb/> NE monstre pas ta vaillance à bien boire: car le vin a faict périr plusiers.<lb/> SYRACH. xxxi. 29.<lb/> WINE measurbly drunk, and in reason, bringeth gladness of heart and cheerfulness<lb/> of the mind; but wine drunken with excess maketh bitterness of the mind-diminishes<lb/> strength, and maketh wounds.-Ecclesiasticus xxxi. 28, 30.<lb/> THE first glass for thirst, the second for nourishment, the third for pleasure, and<lb/> the fourth for madness.-ANACHARSIS.<lb/> AS surseit is the father of much fast,<lb/> So every scope by the immoderate use<lb/> Turns to restraint: our natures do pursue<lb/> (Like rats that raven down their proper ban)<lb/> A thirsty evil, and when we drink we die.<lb/> SHAKESP. Measure for Measure.</p> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac168"/> <p>WHEN Phoebus sets in the Hesperian streames,<lb/> And Westerne shores blush with his drowned beames;<lb/> Then I as Phoebus second must give Light,<lb/> And act my part in darkenesse of the night:<lb/> But now my Light complaines that I decay,<lb/> And into greasie teares doe melt away;<lb/> So I am forst to yeeld. O turne thy teame<lb/> Phoebus, and Phospher shew thy morning beame.<lb/> When Christ the Sonne of righteousnesse did goe<lb/> Vnto his Heavenly mansions from below,<lb/> Then he his holy servants did commanc,<lb/> Conspicuous to the world, like lights, to stand;<lb/> But when they faile with watching, toile, and age,<lb/> And now are ready to goe off the stage,<lb/> Then up they yeeld the light of life and cry;<lb/> O come thou Sonne of righteousnesse, we die.<lb/> FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>

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