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!