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What time I read your mighty line, / O Mr. Q. Horatius Flaccus, / In praise of many an ancient wine -- / You twanged a wicked lyre to Bacchus! -- / I wondered, like a Yankee hick, / If that old stuff contained a kick.
So when upon a Paris card / I glimpsed Falernian, I said: "Waiter, / I'll emulate that ancient bard, / And pass upon his merits later."
Professor Mendell, _quelque_ sport, / Suggested that we split a quart.
O Flaccus, ere I ceased to drink / Three glasses and a pair of highballs, / I could not talk; I could not think; / For I was pickled to the eyeballs.
If you sopped up Falernian wine / How did you ever write a line?