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MS-B.774.095
13 Oct 1774:41 (4/193)
One bottle of Arrack, the last of my store,
(For your sake and mine, I would wish it were more)
From my cave, where quite bury'd in saw-dust it lay,
Restor'd once again to the light of the day,
To the friends of the muse, whose benevolent care
Our labours reward with a plum, or a pear,
The poet presents--and, lest you mistake it--
He sends you moreover instructions to make it--
As the bottle is big, and the liquor is rough,
Four lemons, I doubt will be little enough:
For sugar, you know it depends upon taste,
But 'twill take, in my mind, half a pound at the least:
Let your water be boil'd; and, when it is cool,
Pour in just two quarts--an infallible rule--
Then stir it three times; the business is done.
(If you have not a ladle, make use of a spoon)
Fill your glasses all round; and--you know what should
follow--
Long life and good health to the sons of Apollo!
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