Where potions of the best and fruitiest bins
And fare on which Lucullus might have fattened
Tend to reduce the awe
Proper to laymen shadowed by the Law;
How good I find it, full of meat, to sit
(The while Oporto's juice of '87,
Served on the polished board with silver lit,
Heartens me to postpone the joys of Heaven)
And hear, remotis curis,
The legal jest, the apt scintilla juris.