Deep and capacious as the swelling hold
Of some stout bark she shaped the hollow mould,
Then turning out a vessel like a tun,
Simp'ring exclaim'd—Observe! I drink but one. —Cumberland.
Archilochus. (Book xi. § 66, p. 771.)
Come then, my friend, and seize the flask,
And while the deck around us rolls,
Dash we the cover from the cask,
And crown with wine our flowing bowls.