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 * While Hum continued, shamming half a sob,
 * "In Canterbury doth your lady shine?

But let me cool your brandy with a little wine."


 * That since belong'd to Admiral De Witt,
 * Admired it with a connoisseuring look,
 * And with the ripest claret crowned it,
 * And, ere the lively bead could burst and flit,
 * He turned it quickly, nimbly upside down,
 * His mouth being held conveniently fit
 * To catch the treasure: "Best in all the town!"

He said, smack'd his moist lips, and gave a pleasant frown.

And then again
 * He fill'd a bumper. "Great sire, do not weep!
 * Your pulse is shocking, but I'll ease your pain."
 * Fetch me that Ottoman, and prithee keep
 * Your voice low," said the Emperor, "and steep
 * Some lady's fingers nice in Candy wine;
 * And prithee, Hum, behind the screen do peep
 * For the rose water vase, magician mine!

And sponge my forehead,—so my love doth make me pine."

"Don't think of her,"
 * Rejoin'd the Mago, "but on Bertha muse;