Saturday, August 07, 2010
Come, My Friends
James Henry, Poems Chiefly Philosophical (Dresden: C.C. Meinhold and Sons, 1856), p. 262:
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Come, my friends, let's enjoy the good things of this world,
Eat our roast, crack our joke, take our ease, drink our bottle,
And be right jolly fellows, true souls, friendly brothers,
Bottle nosed, copper cheeked, hanging lipped, and bald pated,
Round paunched, oily skinned, gouty footed and handed,
Coarse minded, fine palated, choleric, and short breathed,
And to die on a sudden and quite fill the coffin.
