So, following the sun’s obfuscation in the present ample meadow,
if I choose to use or even abuse this mead, this booze, perchance
delightful delicacies prepared with nothing particular in mind,
to augment an anticipated slumber, the option to snooze,
then shall I be able to lose the impertinent habit of intransigence
linked to curbed ingestion and irked interrogation?