This thread is a hoot.
Jerome, drunken parsons are among the glories of Anglicanism.
Here's my favorite poem by the Rev. Robert Herrick:
Born was I to be old
And for to die here,
Afterward, in the mold
Long for to lie here.
But until that day comes,
Still I'll be bousing, (boozing)
For we know, in the tombs
There's no carousing.
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