Just as a doctor's bottle wears a label.
Before dinner and after.
Dinner pass'd over—they were quite genteel;
The wine went very fast and freely round;
None vulgarly, that day, took malt with meal,
But still in the best spirits all were found;
As they sat at the table, they did feel
As if their soles would never touch the ground.
The cloth was cut, and the dessert was spread,