When festive-wine had fill’d thee to the brim!
No, no, thou canst not; but thou art here still,
As ever ready for thy sumptuous fill:
To-day, in thy proud bosom there will shine
Repeated bumpers of the rarest wine;
To-day, thy lordly owner will pass round
The festive board, thy majesty profound;
Thy sides shall quiver with harmonious sound.)
[247] O’clock.
[248] A green dress.