'Twas drink made me fall in love, And love made me run into debt, And though I have struggled and struggled and strove, I cannot get out of them yet.
A poem's life and death dependeth still Not on the poet's wits, but reader's will.
Something there is moves me to love, and I Do know I love, but know not how, nor why.
I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink, this many and many a year.
Alexander Brome was an English poet.
