You must know that sometimes old women like a glass of wine. One of
this sort once found a Wine-jar lying in the road, and eagerly went up
to it hoping to find it full. But when she took it up she found that
all the wine had been drunk out of it. Still she took a long sniff at
the mouth of the Jar. “Ah,” she cried,
“What memories cling ’round the instruments of our pleasure.”