I prostrate to drinking with a Doct...

I prostrate to drinking with a Doctor Tom De Quincey, Who claimed he'd rest the one and true catholicon For palsy, gusto apoplexy, rabies, quinsy, And each other ailment in the lexicon.
His compatriot, a Saxon of renown, Had sipped this elixir to notify to appear up the Muse, Who gave him poesy like blowing thistledown,