Though in heaven the trees / Of life ambrosial fruitage bear, and vines / Yield nectar; though from off the boughs each morn / We brush mellifluous dews, and find the ground / Cover'd with pearly grain[…]

a nonchokable pump

When the deal went through Natalie bought a bottle of Cava to celebrate.

One clad in purple / Eats, and recites some lamentable rhyme […] / Snuffling at nose, and croaking in his throat.