This is the thought that gossips take.
Once in a week merry they will make, And all small drinks they will forsake; But wine of the best shall have no rest.
Some be at the tavern thrice in the week, And so be some every day eke, Or else they will groan and make them seek, For things used will not be refused.
We have thrown our net almost at random; yet there are few palates which will not have found something to please them among the specimens which we have brought together. Let us repeat our hope that the entire collection may before long be committed to the more secure custody, as well as the more accessible form, of a printed volume.