Classic Poem

Monsieur the Abbé, and Monsieur his valet,
Suit one another like straws in a pallet:
One 's a whole fool, and t'other 's a half;
One must be rallying, t'other must laugh;
One must have good wine, t'other hates bad,
And yet t'other morning, they quarrelled like mad;
For Monsieur the Abbé, in bed as he lies,
Must have his wine by him, or surely he dies;
While Monsieur his valet can sleep not a wink,
As long as he knows there 's a drop left to drink.