Experience Has Taught Me, When I Am

I Find Cambridge An Asylum, In Every Sense Of The Word.

Tomorrow, More's The Pity, Away We Both Must Hie, To Air The Ditty And To Earth I.

Why, If 'tis Dancing You Would Be, There's Brisker Pipes Than Poetry. Say, For What Were Hop-yards Meant, Or Why Was Burton Built On Trent? Oh Many A Peer Of England Brews Livelier Liquor Than The Muse, And Malt Does More Than Milton Can To Justify God's Ways To Man. Ale, Man, Ale's The Stuff To Drink For Fellows Whom It Hurts To Think: Look Into The Pewter Pot To See The World As The World's Not.

The Rainy Pleiads Wester Orion Plunges Prone, And Midnight Strikes And Hastens, And I Lie Down Alone.

The Average Man, If He Meddles With Criticism At All, Is A Conservative Critic.