LXII

Another said “Why, ne'er a peevish Boy,

Would break the Bowl form which he drank in Joy;
Shall He that made the vessel in Pure Love

and Fancy, in an after Rage destroy. "

LXIIT

None answered this: but after Silence spake
a Vessel of a more ungainly make:

"They sneer at me for leaning all awry;

What! did the hand then of the Potter shake ?"

LXIV

Said one “Folks of a surly Tapster tell,

and Daub his visage with the smoke of Hell;
They talk of some strict Testing of us - Pish:
He's a Good Fellow, and ‘twill all be well".

LXV

Then said another with a long drawn sigh,
"My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry:
But, fill me with the old familiar Juice,
Methinks, I might recover by and by!"

XOOKV

Then to the lip of this poor earthern Um

I lean'd, the Secret of my life to learn;

And Lip to Lip it murmur'd “While you live
Drink! for once dead, you never will return”.

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