On wings of love the creature fled
To seek her dear—she found him dead!
Her husband killed—the water spilt—
Judge, ye fond females, what she felt!
She looked—she sighed—and melting, spoke—
“Thank God, the pitcher is not broke!”
Thomas Cannings (fl. 1790–1800).
WHISKY, DRINK DIVINE!
Whisky, drink divine!
Why should drivellers bore us