I would to heaven that I were so much clay, br As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling - br Because at least the past were passed away - br And for the future - (but I write this reeling, br Having got drunk exceedingly today, br So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling) br I say - the future is a serious matter - br And so - for God's sake - hock and soda water!br br George Gordon Byronbr br