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XXIII.

[If I thought that Gold had power]

If I thought that Gold had power
To prolong my Life one hour,
I should lay it up, to fee
Death, when come to summon me;
But if Life cannot be bought,
Why complain I then for nought?
Death not brib'd at any price,
To what end is Avarice?
Fill me then some Wine; but see
That it brisk and racy be,
Such as may cold bloods inflame,
For by Bacchus arm'd, wee'l aime

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At Cythera's highest pleasure;
Wine and Love's the onely treasure.