QU^SITUM MERITIS 



Qu(£sitU7n ^eritis 



I 



A CLUB of good fellows we meet once a year. 

 When the leaves of the forest are yellow and 

 sear ; 

 By the motto that shines on each glass, it is shown, 

 We pledge in our cups the deserving alone ; 

 Our glass a quassitum,^ ourselves Cheshire men, 

 May we fill it and drink it again and again. 



II 



We hold in abhorrence all vulpicide knaves, 



With their gins, and their traps, and their velveteen 

 slaves ; 



They may feed their fat pheasants, their foxes de- 

 stroy, 



And mar the prime sport they themselves can't enjoy; 



But such sportsmen as these we good fellows con- 

 demn. 



And I vow we'll ne'er drink a quassitum to them. 



Ill 



That man of his wine is unworthy indeed, 

 Who grudges to mount a poor fellow in need ; 

 Who keeps for nought else, save to purge 'em with 



balls. 

 Like a dog in a manger, his nags in their stalls ; 

 Such niggards as these we good fellows condemn. 

 And I vow we'll ne'er drink a quassitum to them. 



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