wists its metal joints on a creaking stem.
The top of the wheel, you know, is pierced with an ivory handle
Which will have to be turned by hand, through a thousand revolutions,
And through a thousand circles it moves the pivot.
When you put a kernel in, you will turn the handle with quick hand--
No delay--and you will wonder how the crackling kernel is
With much grinding quickly reduced to a powder.
Once only the lower compartment receives on its kindly bosom
The crushed grains, which are placed in the very depths of the box.

But why do we linger over these less important matters? Greater things
call us. Then is it time to drain the sweet Draught, either under the
new light of the early sun In the morning, when an empty stomach demands
food; Or, when, after the splendid feasts of a magnificent table The
overburdened stomach suffers from too heavy load, and Unequal to the
demands made upon it, seeks the aid of external heat. Then come, when
now the pot grows ruddy in the fire Crackling beneath, and you shall
behold the liquid, swelling With mingled powdered coffee, now bubble
around the brim, Draw it from the fire. Unless you should do this, the
force of The water would break forth suddenly, overflowing, and would
Sprinkle the beverage on the fire beneath. Therefore, let no such
accident disturb your joys. You should keep watch carefully when the
water no longer Restrains itself and bubbles with the heat; then return
The pot to the fire thrice and four times, until the powdered Coffee
steams in the midst of the fire and blends thoroughly with the
surrounding water.

This soothing drink ought to be boiled with skill, to be drunk With
art--not in the way men are wont to drink other beverages--And with
reason; for when you shall have taken it steaming from A quick fire, and
gradually all the dregs have settled to the Very bottom, you shall not
drink it impatiently at one gulp. But rather, sip it little by little,
and between draughts Contrive pleasant delays; and sipping, drain it in
long draughts, So long as it is still hot and burns the palate. For then
it is better, then it permeates our inmost bones, and Penetrating within
to the center of our vitals and our marrow, It pervades all our body
with its vivifying strength. Often even merely inhaling the odor with
their nostrils, men Have welcomed it, when it has bubbled up from the
bottom, More refreshing than the breeze. So much pleasure is there in a
delicious odor.