I would to heaven that I were so much clay, <br />As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling - <br />Because at least the past were passed away - <br />And for the future - (but I write this reeling, <br />Having got drunk exceedingly today, <br />So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling) <br />I say - the future is a serious matter - <br />And so - for God's sake - hock and soda water!<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-would-to-heaven-that-i-were-so-much-clay-2/
