Song LXXVI., p.330.

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JOlly mortals, fill your glasses; 

Noble deeds are done by wine; 

Scorn the nymph and all her graces: 

Who’d for love or beauty pine? 


Look upon this bowl that’s flowing, 

And a thousand charms you’ll find, 

More than in Chloe when just going, 

In the moment to be kind. 


Alexander hated thinking; 

Drank about at council-board; 

Made friends and gain’d the world by drinking, 

More than by his conquering sword. 

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