I was looking around the waiting room at the methadone clinic the other day, and I thought it reminded me of something...
William Hogarth, originally uploaded by dumbeast.
This poem by reverend James Townley accompanied the original print
Gin, cursed Fiend, with Fury fraught, Makes human Race a Prey. It enters by a deadly Draught And steals our Life away. Virtue and Truth, driv'n to Despair Its Rage compells to fly, But cherishes with hellish Care Theft, Murder, Perjury. Damned Cup! that on the Vitals preys That liquid Fire contains, Which Madness to the heart conveys, And rolls it thro' the Veins. | | |
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