(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

A Bottle And Friend

There's nane that's blest of human kind,
But the cheerful and the gay, man,
Fal, la, la, &c.

Here's a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o' care, man?

Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.

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(When First I Met Thee by Thomas Moore.) **This poem reeks of the hurt, bitterness and shame over a lost love.
Such truth and pain in above i see For in every feeling i connect to thee Harder the words burn into me For this incident is fresh too for me in reality!