In maudlin spite let Thracians fight <br />Above their bowls of liquor; <br />But such as we, when on a spree, <br />Should never brawl and bicker! <br /> <br />These angry words and clashing swords <br />Are quite _de trop_, I'm thinking; <br />Brace up, my boys, and hush your noise, <br />And drown your wrath in drinking. <br /> <br />Aha, 't is fine,--this mellow wine <br />With which our host would dope us! <br />Now let us hear what pretty dear <br />Entangles him of Opus. <br /> <br />I see you blush,--nay, comrades, hush! <br />Come, friend, though they despise you, <br />Tell me the name of that fair dame,-- <br />Perchance I may advise you. <br /> <br />O wretched youth! and is it truth <br />You love that fickle lady? <br />I, doting dunce, courted her once; <br />Since when, she's reckoned shady!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-us-have-peace/
