LIII.

Unless when qualified with thee, Cogniac! Sweet Naïad of the Phlegethontic rill! Ah! why the liver wilt thou thus attack,[du]-- And make, like other nymphs, thy lovers ill? I would take refuge in weak punch, but _rack_ (In each sense of the word), whene'er I fill My mild and midnight beakers to the brim, Wakes me next morning with its synonym.[242]