I and my cousin Wildair met
  And tossed a pot together;—
Burnt sack it was that Molly brewed,
  For it was nipping weather.
’Fore George! To see Dick buss the wench
  Set all the inn folk laughing!
They dubbed him pearl of cavaliers
  At kissing and at quaffing.

“Oddsfish!” says Dick, “the sack is rare,
  And rarely...