“Not youthful kings in battle seiz’d alive,
Not scornful virgins who their charms survive,
Not ardent lovers robb’d of all their bliss,
Not ancient ladies when refus’d a kiss,
Not tyrants fierce that unrepenting die,
Not Cynthia when her manteau’s pinn’d awry,
E’er felt such rage, resentment, and despair,
As thou, sad virgin! for thy ravish’d hair.”
All this anguish. Yet no complaints about ‘mean tweets.’
You better watch out Schmuk. I’ve heard tales that there are people in the government that have “six ways till Sunday” to go after you if you cross them.
If they were sent to Venezuela or some other s___hole country they would use that opportunity to blame America for the horrible conditions while at the same time advocating for “true communism” to be implemented.
“With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.”
A reference to drinking absinthe from ‘The Shooting of Dan McGrew’ by Robert Service.
I remember reading an article in Scientific American that explained that due to the bitterness it was common to set a slotted spoon over the glass containing a sugar cube. Water was then pored over the sugar thus sweetening the absinthe before consumption