A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

These mute inglorious Miltons are divine!

And as I here in slipper'd ease recline,

Quaffing of Perkins's Entire my fill,

I sigh not for the lymph of Aganippe's rill.

A nobler inspiration fires my brain,

Caught from Old England's fine time-hallow'd drink;

I snatch the pot again, and yet again,

And as the foaming fluids shrink and shrink,

Fill me once more, I say, up to the brink!

This makes strong hearts—strong heads attest its charm—