E’en grey-beards turn frisky, dance, caper, and laugh,
For what can so fire us, &c.
O wond’rous indeed is this bev’rage ethereal!
The mortal who quaffs it, altho’ a mere clod,
Is straightway transformed to a being ærial,
And moves on earth’s surface in fancy a God.
In a bumper is given
A foretaste of Heaven,
All earthly vexation straight cease to annoy,
Whilst laughing and crying,