Lo! the poor Toper whose untutor'd sense[2]
Sees bliss in ale, and can with wine dispense;
Whose head proud fancy never taught to steer
Beyond the muddy extacies of Beer;
But simple nature can her longing quench
Behind the settle's curve, or humbler bench;
Some kitchen-fire diffusing warmth around,
The semi-globe by Hieroglyphics crown'd;
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Where canvas purse displays the brass enroll'd,