Another Thomas Moore Poem - Away, Away, Ye Men Of Rules!

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Away, away, ye men of rules,

What have I do with schools?

They'd make me learn, they'd make me think,

But would they make me love and drink?

Teach me this, and let me swim

My soul upon the goblet's brim;

Teach me this, and let me twine

Some fond, responsive heart to mine,

For, age begins to blanch my brow,

I've time for naught but pleasure now.

 

Fly, and cool, my goblet's glow

At yonder fountain's gelid flow;

I'll quaff, my boy, and calmly sink

This soul to slumber as I drink.

Soon, too soon, my jocund slave,

You'll deck your master's grassy grave;

And there's an end--for ah, you know

They drink but little wine below!