There were three at one table: the pot-bellied judge
– the hero on half-pay – the journalist drudge;
and scattered about, from their tables a-gape,
were peasant lads drinking the juice of the grape.
From vespers already they’d sat at their swilling,
in health after health all their glasses refilling;
and toasts to King M
(Janos Garay)
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