Volume 6 — FRAGMENT ON THE BACK OF THE MS. OF CANTO I.
Reading edition
I would to Heaven that I were so much clay, As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling— Because at least the past were passed away, And for the future—(but I write this reeling, Having got drunk exceedingly to-day, So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling) I say—the future is a serious matter— And so—for God's sake—hock and soda-water!