Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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Wine.
See Bacchus. Osiris.
Wine warms the Blood, and makes the Spirits flow,
Care fly, and Wrinkles from the Forehead go:
Exalts the Poor: invigorates the Weak:
Gives Mirth, and Laughter, and a rosy Cheek:
Bold Truths it speaks: and spoken, dares maintain:
And brings our old Simplicity again.
Wine makes the Youth the fair One's Charms admire:
And Love with Wine is Fire put to Fire.—
Care fly, and Wrinkles from the Forehead go:
Exalts the Poor: invigorates the Weak:
Gives Mirth, and Laughter, and a rosy Cheek:
Bold Truths it speaks: and spoken, dares maintain:
And brings our old Simplicity again.
Wine makes the Youth the fair One's Charms admire:
And Love with Wine is Fire put to Fire.—
Would you that I my Thoughts on Wine declare?
Short my Advice, and few my Precepts are.
Wine drank discreetly warms the Heart to Love,
But Drunkenness does its Destruction prove:
A gentle Breeze of Wind blows up the Fire,
Whose rising Flames would in a Storm expire.—
Short my Advice, and few my Precepts are.
Wine drank discreetly warms the Heart to Love,
But Drunkenness does its Destruction prove:
A gentle Breeze of Wind blows up the Fire,
Whose rising Flames would in a Storm expire.—
Wine kept, they say, old Cato's Virtue warm;
Wine whets the Dull, and Wit inspires,
The Grave with sprightly Vigour fires,
And, by a never-failing Charm,
Unlocks the Mind, and all its gay Desires.
Wine with fresh Hope the Coward cheers,
Revives the Wretched and Undone,
And makes the Slave his Lord disown:
What Wretch, when arm'd by Bacchus, fears
To meet a Warrior's Arm, or stand a Tyrant's Frown?—
Wine whets the Dull, and Wit inspires,
The Grave with sprightly Vigour fires,
And, by a never-failing Charm,
Unlocks the Mind, and all its gay Desires.
Wine with fresh Hope the Coward cheers,
Revives the Wretched and Undone,
And makes the Slave his Lord disown:
What Wretch, when arm'd by Bacchus, fears
To meet a Warrior's Arm, or stand a Tyrant's Frown?—
What Wonders cannot Wine effect? 'Tis free
Of Secrets, and turns Hope to Certainty.
The unarm'd Man it renders brave in War,
And rids the troubled Mind of all its Care.
It teaches Arts, it teaches how to think;
And what Man is not eloquent in Drink?
Or who's so much deprest by Poverty,
That Wine can't make him happy, rich, and free?—
Of Secrets, and turns Hope to Certainty.
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And rids the troubled Mind of all its Care.
It teaches Arts, it teaches how to think;
And what Man is not eloquent in Drink?
Or who's so much deprest by Poverty,
That Wine can't make him happy, rich, and free?—
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