WHILE quaffing the grape’s ruby nectar,
All sportingly, laughingly gay,
We determined — I, Silvya, and Hector —
To drive old dame Wisdom away.
“Oh, my children, take care!” said the beldame;
“Attend to these counsels of mine:
Get not tipsy, for danger is seldom
Remote from the goblet of wine.”
“With thee in his company, no man
Can err,” said our wag, with a wink;
“But come, thou good-natured old woman,
Take a pull at our flagon, and drink!”
She frowned, but her scruples soon twisting,
Consented, and smilingly said:
“So polite — there’s indeed no resisting,
And Wisdom was always well-bred.”
She drank, but continued her teaching:
“Let the wise from indulgence refrain;”
And never gave over her preaching
But to say, “Fill my goblet again.”
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And she drank, and she tottered, but still she
Was talking, and shaking her head,
Mutt’ring “Temperance,” “Prudence,” until she
By Folly was carried to bed.