Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man.
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.