Champagne
Give me Champagne and fill it to the brim,
I'll toast in bumpers ev'ry lovely limb;
I'll challenge all the heroes of the skies
To show a goddess with a Craven's eyes.
Why then averse to love? Ah, leave disdain,
Discard thy fickle undeserving swain,
And pledge thy lover in the brisk Champaign.
Lord Chesterfield 'Witticisms' (1773)
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