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< Theme 6: Drink and Other Vices (iv)

George Gordon, Lord Byron
 < I Would to Heaven That I Were So Much Clay >

fragment from Don Juan (1818, 30)

I would to heaven that I were so much clay, 
As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling - 
Because at least the past were passed away - 
And for the future - (but I write this reeling, 
Having got drunk exceedingly today, 
So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling) 
I say - the future is a serious matter - 
And so - for God's sake - hock and soda water!


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