BOB CHANLER. 
  
IN MEMORIAM 
  
pintoris egregii 
amici dilectissimi. 
  
“TRINC.” 
Alcofribas Nasier 
  
  
Oh let us bathe and crown our hair 
And drink untempered wine! 
Let ever greater cups ensnare 
Our souls in traps divine. 
  
Soon calms the season of love’s rage, 
And joy grows short of breath; 
Birth shoots a shaft, weighed down by age, 
That strikes the target, death. 
  
Then come, thou golden goblet brimmed 
With lust! Though all be vain, 
There’s hope for us, the lion-limbed, 
In hashish and cocaine. 
  
Though death should hale us by the scruff 
Of neck to’s mouldy portal, 
To-night let us get drunk enough 
To know we are immortal!