And carved with their sharp-cutting stings.
"To save us the trouble of thinking,
In dew-drops I'll pledge you, my best,
And when I am tired of drinking,
I'll sink on your bosom to rest.
"I'll study your taste to a tittle,
In torrents our pleasures shall pour,
For the girl once indulged with a little,
Will very soon languish for more!"
This Mr. Minus considered a chef-d'œuvre, and if he was mistaken there was such a softness, a condescension and pleasantry in his manners, as would have excused a more serious error; as a companion, he was delightful; as a man, honourable; and as a poet, fashionable.