COME swish around, my pretty punk, <br />And keep me dancing still <br />That I may stay a sober man <br />Although I drink my fill. <br /> <br />Sobriety is a jewel <br />That I do much adore; <br />And therefore keep me dancing <br />Though drunkards lie and snore. <br />O mind your feet, O mind your feet, <br />Keep dancing like a wave, <br />And under every dancer <br />A dead man in his grave. <br />No ups and downs, my pretty, <br />A mermaid, not a punk; <br />A drunkard is a dead man, <br />And all dead men are drunk.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-drunken-man-s-praise-of-sobriety/
