W. H. Davies

Welcome, New Year, but be more kind Than thy dead father left behind; If I may kiss no mouth that's red, Give me the open mouth instead Of a black bottle of old wine To gurgle in its neck and mine.

— W. H. Davies

Say what you like and I'll be calm, No matter what I think; But if you value blood and bones--No disrespect to Drink!

— W. H. Davies

Good morning, Life--and all Things glad and beautiful. My pockets nothing hold, But he that owns the gold, The Sun, is my great friend--His spending has no end.

— W. H. Davies