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On a Pint of Sack.
[1]
Old Poets Hipocrin admire,and pray to water to inspire
their wit and Muse with heav'nly fire;
had they this heav'nly fountain seen,
Sacke both their well and Muse had beene,
and this pint-pot their Hipocrin.
2
Had they truly discoverd itThey had like me thought it unfit
To pray to water for their wit,
And had ador'd Sack as divine,
And made a Poet God of Wine,
And this pint-pot had been a shrine.
3
Sack unto them had been in steadOf Nector, and their heav'nly bread,
And ev'ry boy a Ganimed;
Or had they made a God of it,
Or stil'd it patron of their wit,
This pot had been a temple fit.
4
Well then Companions is't not fit,Since to this Jemme we ow our wit,
That we should prayse the Cabonet,
And drink a health to this divine
And bounteous pallace of our wine;
Die he with thirst that doth repine.
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