Poems or, A Miscellany of Sonnets, Satyrs, Drollery, Panegyricks, Elegies, &c. At the Instance, and Request of Several Friends, Times, and Occasions, Composed; and now at their command Collected, and Committed to the Press. By the Author, M. Stevenson |
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But to the Cellar now, that happy Port,
Where Bacchus in the Arches keeps his Court.
No more of the Exchange, Let People talk;
Here's the High-German, French, and Spanish walk:
In this low Country, is high Country Wine,
Here's your old mellow Malaga, Muscadine,
Canary, Florence, and Medera's here:
Or in a word, here is Wine with one Eare.
What shall I say? in vain I further write,
Here's all that's Rare, that's Racy, Rich & Right:
Such choice of choices, none amiss can call,
'Twou'd almost fudle me to name 'um all.
But that's a task no Poet can fulfill,
Except he write with a Canary quill.
Thus, thus the Sun, as with invisible Ropes,
Draws all the Change, and makes 'um Heliotropes:
You'd think, to see the Crouds that thither run,
A Man in Pauls were but a Moat i'th' Sun.
Where Bacchus in the Arches keeps his Court.
No more of the Exchange, Let People talk;
Here's the High-German, French, and Spanish walk:
In this low Country, is high Country Wine,
Here's your old mellow Malaga, Muscadine,
Canary, Florence, and Medera's here:
Or in a word, here is Wine with one Eare.
What shall I say? in vain I further write,
Here's all that's Rare, that's Racy, Rich & Right:
Such choice of choices, none amiss can call,
'Twou'd almost fudle me to name 'um all.
But that's a task no Poet can fulfill,
Except he write with a Canary quill.
Thus, thus the Sun, as with invisible Ropes,
Draws all the Change, and makes 'um Heliotropes:
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A Man in Pauls were but a Moat i'th' Sun.
Regia Solis ibi sublimibus alta columnis,
Clara micante auro est ------
Clara micante auro est ------
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