Leave the lads who tamely drink
With Gideon by the water brink,
But search the benches of the Plough,
The Tun, the Sun, the Spotted Cow,
For jolly rascal lads who pray,
Pewter in hand at close of day,
“Teach me to live that I may fear
The grave as little as my beer.
— Robert Graves, “Strong Beer”
