I have fed purely upon ale; I have eat my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale.

Coffee is a beverage that puts one to sleep when not drank.

Filled with mingled cream and amber I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chambers of my brain -- Quaintest thoughts -- queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.

Merrily taking twopenny ale and cheese with a pocket knife; / But these were luxuries not for him who went for the Simple Life.

Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale, and sing enamoured of the nut-brown maid.

I always thought that you breathe, you eat, you go to sleep, and you draw.