Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-Shop appears, As the red waves of wretchedness swell, How it burns on the edge of tempestuous years The horrible Light-House of Hell!

From the looks--not the lips, is the soul reflected.

The sun had sunk and the summer skies Were dotted with specks of light That melted soon in the deep moon-rise That flowed over Groton Height.

Whilst twilight's curtain spreading far Was pinned with a single star.

While twilight's curtain gathering far, Is pinned with a single diamond star.

(Olivia:) What's a drunken man like, fool? (Clown:) Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One draught above heat makes him a fool, the seconds mads him, and a third drowns him.