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For a Bass.

When I taste my Goblet deep

When I taste my Goblet deep, all my Cares are rock'd a Sleep: Then I'm Crœsus, Lord of th'Earth, Singing Odes of Wit and Mirth; and with Ivy Garlands crown'd, I can kick the Globe round, round. Others Fight, but let me Drink; Boy, my Goblet fill to the brink; for when I lay down my head, better to be Drunk, better to be Drunk, Dead Drunk, than Dead.