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 "Lo! God's likeness—the ground-plan— Neither modell'd, glazed, or framed: Buss me, thou rough sketch of man, Far too naked to be shamed!

"Drink to Fortune, drink to Chance, While we keep a little breath! Drink to heavy Ignorance! Hob-and-nob with brother Death!

"Thou art mazed, the night is long, And the longer night is near: What! I am not all as wrong As a bitter jest is dear.

"Youthful hopes, by scores, to all, When the locks are crisp and curl'd; Unto me my maudlin gall And my mockeries of the world.