human
Let none but guests or clubbers hither come; Let dunces, fools, and sordid men keep home; Let learned, civil, merry men b' invited, And modest, too; nor be choice liquor slighted. Let nothing in the treat offend the guest: More for delight than cost prepare the feast.
gpt
No man (and this smacks of Ben's arrogance) was to recite
human
poems, and no person was to be pressed to write verse. There were to be in this little Elysium of an evening no vain disputes, and no lovers were to mope about unsocially in corners. No fighting or brawling was to be tolerated, and no glasses or windows broken, or was tapestry to be torn down in wantonness. The rooms were to be kept warm; and, above all, any one who betrayed what the club chose to do or say was to be, _nolens volens_, banished. Over the clock in the kitchen some wit had inscribed in neat Latin the merry motto,
gpt
If the wine of last night hurts you, drink more to-day, and it will cure you --a happy version of the dangerous axiom of
human
Take a hair of the dog that bit you.