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XXVI.

[VVhen my sense in Wine I steep]

VVhen my sense in Wine I steep,
All my cares are lull'd asleep:
Rich in thought, I then despise
Cræsus, and his royalties:
Whilst with Ivy twines I wreath me,
And sing all the World beneath me;

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Others run to martial fights,
I to Bacchus's delights;
Fill the cup then Boy, for I
Drunk then dead had rather ly.