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The DECANTER.
O thou, that high thy Head dost bear,With round, smooth Neck, and single Ear;
With well-turn'd, narrow Mouth, from whence
Flow Streams of noblest Eloquence;
'Tis thou that fir'st the Bard Divine,
Sacred to Phœbus and the Nine;
That Mirth and soft Delight can'st move,
Sacred to Venus and to Love.
Yet, spite of all thy Virtues rare,
Thou'rt not a Boon-Companion fair;
Thou'rt full of Wine, when thirsty I,
And when I'm drunk, then Thou art dry.
Poems on Several Occasions | ||