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My Offspring: -- Ere you raise the glass, / To irrigate your ardent throttle; / Ere once again you gladly pass / The bottle; / Take heed that your prevailing passion / Be not completely out of fashion.
No longer does the Prodigal / Expend his nights in drunken frolic; / Or pass his days in revels al-Coholic; / For, nowadays, a glass _de trop_ / Is not considered _comme il faut_.