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!