Women, wine and snuff
Give me women, wine and snuff
Until I cry out «hold, enough!»
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection;
For bless my beard they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.
-John Keats died at the age of 26 in 1821. The worst part is he knew he was going to. But he lived the last years of his life writing, drinking and enjoying the company he kept until he finally collapsed. Guess all you can do is say cheers and be happy with the day you just spent.
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