Quaffingly, quaffingly!
'Tis I would be
The Laureate bold,
With my butt of sherry
To keep me merry,
And nothing to do but to pocket my gold!
William Aytoun.
THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN
COMRADES, you may pass the rosy. With permission of the chair,
I shall leave you for a little, for I'd like to take the air.