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 To talk with the best of them all. They say that the brook is but shallow— The stream is pellucid, we know, And rich recollections shall hallow The stream of the Rauzan Margaux.

With every fresh glass they come clearer, The scintillant sayings that shine, The chaff that provokes not the hearer, The wit that comes out with the wine, The repartees' dexterous dashes, The sparkles of spirit that glow, (No truculent satire that lashes,) These rise from the Rauzan Margaux.