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"Glory warms us in the grave."
Nonsense. That's a silly stave.
There's a better warmth than this
Found in cow-girl's kiss,
Though she be a thick-lipped flirt,
Though she reek of dung and dirt.
And a better warmth, I'm thinking,
Every man has found in drinking;
Lapping wine, the lucky dog,
Punch or even common grog;
Sprawling over filthly benches
With the vilest thieves and wenches
That have yet deserved a hanging;
Yes, but -- living and haranguing--
Worth more envy, every one,
Than fair Thetis' noble son.

Old Pelides spoke the truth:
Who's alive, than lords and ladies
And the greatest kings in Hades,
Praised in many a classic tome, or
All the heroes sung by Homer!
Richer is the poorest youth