Retard concoction, and preserve unthaw’d
Th’ embodied mass. You see what countless years, 450
Embalm’d in fiery quintescence of wine,
The puny wonders of the reptile world,
The tender rudiments of life, the slim
Unrav’lings of minute anatomy,
Maintain their texture, and unchang’d remain! 455
We curse not wine: The vile excess we blame;
More fruitful, than th’ accumulated board,
Of pain and misery. For the subtle draught