When sung by Homerical bricks'

The second, a dried-up old fellow,

Who the law of the Romans professed,

'Proficiat,' said he, ''tis mellow.

'What we sip is not far from the best.

Who sees not when Bacchus's donum

In this glass gleams like gold i' the sun,

That the Justum, æquum et bonum,

In this Roman are blended in one.'

The third one, while trimming the tapers,