The Hostel, or Inn, XIV

The circling glass again goes round, As fear in wine and use is drowned: The goblin sprite enjoys each joke, Though never once the while he spoke, But lent a civil listening ear, Resolved minutely all to hear; And every toast with ready will His elfin hand consents to fill. Heavens! what a wondrous draught he drew When e’er they toasted bold B——h.