Anacreon Bion. Moschvs. Kisses, by Secundus. Cvpid crvcified, by Ausonius. Venvs vigils, Incerto Authore [by Thomas Stanley] |
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XXXI.
[Prethee trouble me no more]
Prethee trouble me no more;I will drink, be mad, and rore:
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Mad, when they their Mothers slew:
But I no man having kill'd
Am with hurtless fury fill'd;
Hercules with madness strook
Bent his Bow, his Quiver shook;
Ajax mad, did fiercely wield
Hectors Sword, and graspt his Shield:
I nor Spear nor Target have,
But this Cup (my weapon) wave:
Crown'd with roses, thus for more
Wine I call, drink, dance, and rore.
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