A Farther Search after Claret or, a Second Visitation of the vintners. A poem [by Richard Ames] |
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![]() | A Farther Search after Claret | ![]() |
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His Business dispatch'd, we first went to the Vine,To see from those Grapes we could press Claret VVine,
But the Master it seems was an arch pickl'd Youth,
And assur'd us his Vine was of Portugal growth,
Withal that the Spies were so Termegant grown,
He hardly could say that his Soul was own.
![]() | A Farther Search after Claret | ![]() |