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EPIGRAM CLXIII.

[In many an inn along the road]

PLUS ULTRA.

In many an inn along the road,
If haply there you make abode,
A little bowl you'll ken,
Where, circled in a pencill'd band,
An arch artificer's waggish hand
Has wrote—“One more, and then”—
Mysterious phrase! whose treacherous sense,
From more to more, for ages hence,
Its noxious course would run;
Let him, who takes the draught, take heed:
The bowl a bottom has—agreed—
But that same “Then” has none.