I can not eat but little meat, My stomach is not good neither my head; But sure I think, that I can dink with him that wears a hood. Through I go bare, take ye no care, I am nothing acold: I stuff my skin, so full within, Of jolly good ale and old, Back and side go bare, go bare; Both foot and hand go cold; But belly God send thee good ale enough; Whether it be new or old...

I don`t know if the stars rule the world
Or if drinking or playing cards
Can reveal anything.
I don`t know if the rolling of dice
Can lead to any conclusion.
But I also don`t know
If anything is attained
By living the way most people do...

After to much of...