Treasure Island

John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

Give Me Women, Wine, and Snuff


GIVE me women, wine, and snuff
Untill I cry out "hold, enough!"
You may do so sans objection
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  • Dr Hitesh Sheth (5/10/2009 12:06:00 AM)

    Truly a man of few needs,
    Who abhors the wantons greed,
    he just demands wine, women and snuff
    To get it is not a job tough...............A Good Work.......... (Report) Reply

  • Susan Witman (2/19/2008 4:55:00 PM)

    I really like the second line, Until I cry out: Hold enough! And in the end even the temptations of man don't compare with the Trinity. And I do mean man.For it would seem that Keats in the end praise the Spiritual and..... (Report) Reply

  • Don Suseelan (2/19/2008 5:53:00 AM)

    blessed trinity - women, wine and snuff.200 years on I agree. that too coming from John Keats (Report) Reply

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