Zoedone.
“Zoedone is a tonic, no doubt about it; but being rather sweetish, it must be thoroughly iced; then—put a liqueur glass of brandy into a small tumbler of Zoe, and, if you like shandygaffian sort of drinking, you will find this, what the leading Counsel finds his occasional fifty guineas, a gentle and agreeable Refresher. Solvitur drink-no-endo. Verb. sap. We dedicate to Zoedone this Byronic verse”:—
Made of something, ere we part,
Tell me, tell me what thou art?
If the truth must be confest,
With a nip thou goest best.
With liqueur, one little “go,”
Ζώη-δῶν σάς ἀγαπῶ.
Punch, September 18, 1880.