Monishment for Mezcal

And Balder said:

No. No. No. It will not do. There is no worm in this glass. Would you have me think you so imbecile? This nectar, this Elixir of the Gods, this glass so neat and raised to drink brings joy and life where there was none. Depart this place if you think a shot for one is a shot for another. Taste the passion of labor, the care of smoke, the youth of fruit. When toils of day do prick and pierce, bleed not deeply with your regrets. Pay homage to the toil of ancient woes and rejoice in the ease of our age. Play neat in your endeavours here and rejoice in ancient ceremonies of conquest, love, and harvest blessed.