When... ! (Sir)... Beelzebub called for his syllabub in the hotel in Hell... Where Proserpine first fell, Blue at the police where the waves of the sea, But (Rocking and shocking the barmaid) O` for a party ?...

I blunder, I bluster, I blow, and I Blother,
I make on the one day, and I mar on the other.
Busy, busy, and ever busy,
I dance up and down till I am dizzy.
I and my knee say stop, stop, but, but.
I can find fantasies where none is;
I will not have it so, I will have it this!

The real question is not whether mankind think
but whether men do... Or not...