The Old Woman and Empty Cask

3.01. THE OLD WOMAN AND EMPTY CASK.
An ancient dame a firkin sees,
In which the rich Falernian lees
Send from the nobly tinctured shell
A rare and most delicious smell!
There when a season she had clung
With greedy nostrils to the bung,
“O spirit exquisitely sweet!”
She cried, “how perfectly complete
Were you of old, and at the best,
When ev’n your dregs have such a zest!”
They’ll see the drift of this my rhyme,
Who knew the author in his prime. [more info]