John Cecil Clay

“ A health to King Neptune,
The boss of the wave!
Who sits on the Ocean
And makes it behave.
Come fill up your bumpers
And take a long pull!
When he’s calm he’s not dry—
When he rolls, he’s not full. ”

“ Whether sober or rough,
He’s always a sport,
And we’ll never stop toasting him
Till we’re in port.
A jolly old salt,
Though he smile or he frown.
So here’s to King Neptune!
Fill up! Drink her down! ”

“ To the Muses’ nine!
THOUGH the lovely Nin
All should pass away
Why should Woman pine,
If but Fashion stay?
THO’ the Muses’ lore
Molder on the shelf,
Still may She adore
In Fashion’s glass—Herself. ”