Lord Byron

I Would To Heaven That I Were So Much Clay

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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