You know the old recipe for Wine of Cos, that full-bodied, seignorial, superlative, translunary wine.
Yet I know not how to begin.
"Fortunam Priami cantabo et nobile bellum." "I will sing you Troy and its Mayor and a war of high renown," that is how I want to begin; but Horace in his _Ars Poetica_--confound him!--has chosen this very example as a model to avoid, and the critics would be down on me in a pack.
Very well, then, let us try a more reputable way..