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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?