As by blood of the gentlest excelling its class,
Becoming instanter
A portly decanter!
There's the lowly bowl, or the basin broad,
By double refinement a punch-bowl lord!
There's the beggarly jug, ignoble and base,
By adornment of art the Portland vase!
But call them, title them, what you will,
They're bound to break, they are brittle still;
No saving pieces, or repairing,