These laughing lips shall kiss the brim—
Come, Venus, come! —Anon.
Pytheas. (Book xi. § 14, p. 734.)
Here jolly Pytheas lies,
A right honest man, and wise,
Who of goblets had very great store,
Of amber, silver, gold,
All glorious to behold,
In number ne'er equall'd before. —J. A. St. John.