You may talk of St. Valentine all his month round,
And discourse about June for some brace of days longer;
But no saint in the Kalendar ever was found,
Throughout the whole year, either merrier or stronger
Than his reverence to whom you must now fill your glass,—
Many years to him, whether tipsy or sober!—
And his name when you've heard, you will let the malt pass,
Singing "Hip, hip, hurrah! here's success to October!"
II.
Were I Dan Maclise, his sweet saintship I'd paint