COME swish around, my pretty pun
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel

I HAVE drunk ale from the Count
And weep because I know all thing
I have been a hazel-tree, and they
The Pilot Star and the Crooked P
Among my leaves in times out of mi

The harlot sang to the beggar-man.
I meet them face to face,
Conall, Cuchulain, Usna’s boys,
All that most ancient race;
Maeve had three in an hour, they s

ALL things can tempt me from this
One time it was a woman’s face, or
The seeming needs of my fool-drive
Now nothing but comes readier to t
Than this accustomed toil. When I

Where, where but here have pride a
That long to give themselves for w
To shake their wicked sides at you
Restraining reckless middle-age?

INDIGNANT at the fumbling wits
Of our old paudeen in his shop, I
Among the stones and thorn-trees,
Until a curlew cried and in the lu
A curlew answered; and suddenly th

Thought, in that scale of his:
Why should I be dismayed
Though flame had burned the whole
World, as it were a coal,
Now I have seen it weighed

Slim adolescence that a nymph has
Peleus on Thetis stares.
Her limbs are delicate as an eyeli
Love has blinded him with tears;
But Thetis’ belly listens.

Though leaves are many, the root i
Through all the lying days of my y
I swayed my leaves and flowers in
Now I may wither into the truth.

WHY should I blame her that she
With misery, or that she would of
Have taught to ignorant men most v
Or hurled the little streets upon
Had they but courage equal to desi