With my Julianna,
For lozenges I gave my love
Ipecacuanha.
Ipecacuanha lozenges, though a myth when the stanza was written, are now commonly sold by apothecaries.
Three or four wits, while dining together, discussed the difficulty of finding rhymes for certain names. General Morris challenged any of the party to find a happy rhyme for his name; and the challenge was instantly taken up by John Brougham, whose facility at extempore rhyming is proverbial:—
All hail to thee, thou gifted son!
The warrior-poet Morris!
’Tis seldom that we see in one
A Cæsar and a Horace.