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CHANSON A BOIRE.
No more of your sonnets, of folly and love!
Leave battles and blood to political fools!
Attend to my song; you will surely improve:
To Bacchus I sing, my ambition he rules.
Leave battles and blood to political fools!
Attend to my song; you will surely improve:
To Bacchus I sing, my ambition he rules.
To the god of the vine I devote ev'ry vow,
Dispenser of joy, and inspirer of youth.
While I quaff his rich nectar immortal I grow,
And in wine, to a proverb, good wine, there is truth.
Dispenser of joy, and inspirer of youth.
While I quaff his rich nectar immortal I grow,
And in wine, to a proverb, good wine, there is truth.
To the courage of Mars it is wine that gives birth;
To the beauty of Venus it adds fresh delight;
Even Momus, without it, is lost to all mirth;
And Phoebus himself without wine could not write.
To the beauty of Venus it adds fresh delight;
Even Momus, without it, is lost to all mirth;
And Phoebus himself without wine could not write.
Then drain dry thy bumper, you'll find 'twill inspire
With courage and wit, 'tis a foe to despair:
Fill, fill it again, for you only require
Another, to lift you superior to care.
With courage and wit, 'tis a foe to despair:
Fill, fill it again, for you only require
Another, to lift you superior to care.
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