"Talk of the nectar that flowed for celestials
Richer in headaches it was than hilarity!
Well for us animals, frequently bestials,
Hebe destroyed the recipe as a charity!
Once I could empty my glass with the best of 'em,
Somehow my system has suffered a shock o' late;
Now I shun spirits, wine, beer, and the rest of 'em,
Fill me, then fill me, a bumper of chocolate.
"Once I drank logwood, and quassia and turpentine,
Liqueurs with coxcubes, aloes, and gentian in,