And think
That double X beats O.D.V.
On thy banks, Rhine,
I've drank such wine
As Bacchus' self might well unsober;
But, oh! Johannisberg thy beams are shorn
By our John Barleycorn,
And Hock is not Hock-tober.
As for the rest, Cape, Claret, Calcavella,
They are but "leather and prunella,"