Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Drinking versus Thinking

My Merry men all, that drink with glee This fanciful Philosophy,        &nbspPray tell me what good is it? If antient Nick should come and take, The same across the Stygian Lake,        &nbspI guess we ne'er should miss it. Away, each pale, self-brooding spark That goes truth-hunting in the dark,        &nbspAway from our carousing! To Pallas we resign such fowls— Grave birds of wisdom! ye're but owls,        &nbspAnd all your trade but mousing! My merry men all, here's punch and wine, And spicy bishop, drink divine!        &nbspLet's live while we are able. While Mirth and Sense sit, hand in glove, This Don Philosophy we'll shove        &nbspDead drunk beneath the table!