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ODE XLIX.
[Best of painters, hear me now]
Best of painters, hear me now,
Hear the lyrick Muse; do thou
Paint, i' th' first place, cities fair,
Cities, that in triumph are;
And there the jocund Bacchæ place,
With the flute's resounding grace.
Hear the lyrick Muse; do thou
Paint, i' th' first place, cities fair,
Cities, that in triumph are;
And there the jocund Bacchæ place,
With the flute's resounding grace.
Then, if the wax will more admit,
More, that shall embellish it,
Paint me, all other themes above,
The forms, and ceremonies of Love.
More, that shall embellish it,
Paint me, all other themes above,
The forms, and ceremonies of Love.
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