Chapter 1800 of 1964 · 60 words · ~1 min read

LXX.

The glasses jingled, and the palates tingled; The diners of celebrity dined well; The ladies with more moderation mingled In the feast, pecking less than I can tell; Also the younger men too: for a springald Can't, like ripe Age, in _gourmandise_ excel, But thinks less of good eating than the whisper (When seated next him) of some pretty lisper.