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The works of Anacreon, Sappho, Bion, Moschus and Musæus | ||
ODE XXV. WINE BANISHES CARES.
When gay Bacchus chears my Breast,
All my Cares are lull'd to Rest:
Griefs that weep, and Toils that teaze,
What have I to do with these?
No Solicitudes can save
Mortals from the gloomy Grave.
Shall I thus myself deceive?
Shall I languish? Shall I grieve?
Let us quaff the generous Juice;
Bacchus gave it for our Use.
All my Cares are lull'd to Rest:
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What have I to do with these?
No Solicitudes can save
Mortals from the gloomy Grave.
Shall I thus myself deceive?
Shall I languish? Shall I grieve?
Let us quaff the generous Juice;
Bacchus gave it for our Use.
For when Wine transports the Breast,
All our Cares are lull'd to Rest.
All our Cares are lull'd to Rest.
The works of Anacreon, Sappho, Bion, Moschus and Musæus | ||