Hail Juice benignant! O’er the costly cups
Of riot-stirring wine, unwholesome draught,
Let Pride’s loose sons prolong the wasteful night;
My sober ev’ning let the tankard bless,
With toast embrown’d, and fragrant nutmeg fraught
While the rich draught with oft-repeated whiffs
Tobacco mild improves. Divine repast!
Where no crude surfeit or intemperate joys
Of lawless Bacchus reign; but o’er my soul
A calm lethean creeps, in drowsy trance