Mr. Bartender here, the Craft Cocktail Caretaker, the Happy
Hour Drink Shrink, the Moonshiner, Sommelier, and Barkeep, all rolled into one mixing, stirring, inebriating Liquor Engineer.
«Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's, Lucy's, who scarce seven
hours herself unmasks; The sun is spent, and now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant rays; The world's whole sap is sunk; The general balm th» hydroptic earth hath
drunk, Whither, as to the bed's feet, life is
shrunk, Dead and interr'd; yet all these seem to laugh, Compar'd with me, who am their epitaph.