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Alas for those who having tasted once
Of that forbidden vintage of the lips
That, press'd and pressing, from each other draw
The draught that so intoxicates them both,
That, while upon the wings of Day and Night
Time rustles on, and Moons do wax and wane,
As from the very Well of Life they drink,
And, drinking, fancy they shall never drain,
But rolling Heaven from his ambush whispers,
‘So in my license is it not set down:
‘Ah for the sweet societies I make
‘At Morning, and before the Nightfall break,
‘Ah for the bliss that coming Night fills up,
‘And Morn looks in to find an empty Cup!’