Give ear to this advice from one who's well informed:
"Lay down your head where’er by wine you've been transformed."
Whene’er a drunken man reels forth from tavern door,
A laughing-stock he's made by urchin and by boor. Now here, now there, he lurches, stumbling on his road;
Falls in the mire; is mocked and jeered, scorned as a toad. The children of the neighbourhood his steps surround,
Unconscious what is wine's hilarity profound.