1835 Oxford night caps (3rd edition)

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The following Stanzas are extracted from a copy of recent date.

Shall all our singing uow be o'er, Since Christmas carols fail? No ! let us shout one stanza more In praise of Brasenose Ale ! A fig for Horace aml his juice, Falernian and Massie; Far better drink can we produce, Though 'tis not quite so Classic. Not all the liquors Rome e'er had Can beat our matchless Beer; Apicius' self had gone stark mad, To taste such noble cheer.

Recipe. Three quarts of ale, sweetened with refined sugar finely pulverized, and served up in a bowl with six roasted apples floating in it.