For this shall Dramatists, when they make merry,
Discarding Port and Sherry,
Drink—“Perry!”
Perry, whose fame, pennated, is let loose
To distant lands,
Perry, admitted on all hands,
Text, running, German, Roman,
For Patent Perryans approach’d by no man!
And when, ah me! far distant be the hour!
Pluto shall call thee to his gloomy bow’r,