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You may think it your duty to get drunk; But get yourself bronze claws before You would be impudent.

When a mans drunk he'll kiss a horse or king, He's so affectionate. Under your words There is strong wine to make me drunk; you think, The lines of all your face say, "Her father, Koelue's father."

This is too droll and extraordinary. I dreamt I was a prince—a queer droll dream Where a certain slave of mine, a thing, a toad, Shifting his belly, showed a diamond Where he had lain; and a blind dumb messenger Bore syllabled messages soaked right through with glee: I paid the toad, the blind man; afterwards They spread a stench and snarling. O, droll dream!