And Johnny burrs, and laughs aloud; Whether in cunning or in joy I cannot tell; but while he laughs, Betty a drunken pleasure quaffs 380 To hear again her Idiot Boy.

Poor little Sweep true comfort quaffs, Ceases to cryand loudly laughs.

Quaff, O quaff, this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Never more.