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Within these wooden walls, confined, The ruin lurks of human kind; More mischiefs here, united, dwell, And more diseases haunt this cell

Than ever plagued the Egyptian flocks, Or ever cursed Pandora's box. Within these prison-walls repose The seeds of many a bloody nose;

The chattering tongue, the horrid oath; The fist for fighting, nothing loth; The passion quick, no words can tame, That bursts like sulphur into flame;

The nose with diamonds glowing red, The bloated eye, the broken head! Forever fastened be this door — Confined within, a thousand more

Destructive fiends of hateful shape, Even now are plotting an escape, Here, only by a cork restrained, In slender walls of wood contained,

In all their dirt of death reside Revenge, that ne'er was satisfied; The tree that bears the deadly fruit Of murder, maiming, and dispute;

Assault, that innocence assails, The Images of gloomy jails The Giddy Thought, on mischief bent, The midnight hour, in folly spent,

All These within this cask appear, And Jack, the hangman, in the rear! Thrice happy he, who early taught By Nature, ne'er this poison sought;

Who, friendly to his own repose, Treads under foot this worst of foes,— He, with the purling stream content, The beverage quaffs that Nature meant;

In Reason's scale his actions weighed, His spirits want no foreign aid — Not swell'd too high, or sunk too low, Placid, his easy minutes flow;

Long life is his, in vigour pass'd, Existence, welcome to the last, A spring, that never yet grew stale — Such virtue lies in — Adam's Ale!