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BACCHANALIAN:
IN VINO VERITAS.
What is life? a fickle ocean;
What is joy? a transient ray;
What is love? a youthful notion;
Wine alone drives care away.
Why then murder time by thinking?
Fill my goblet, fill with wine;
Life affords no joy but drinking,
That alone makes man divine.
What is joy? a transient ray;
What is love? a youthful notion;
Wine alone drives care away.
Why then murder time by thinking?
Fill my goblet, fill with wine;
Life affords no joy but drinking,
That alone makes man divine.
What's the bigot warm'd by praying?
What's the advent'rous seaman's gain?
What's the soldier's zeal? a saying;
Wine can only fire the brain.
To all ills I bid defiance,
And, though mortal, prove divine,
With the gods I claim alliance;
They quaff nectar, I drink wine.
What's the advent'rous seaman's gain?
What's the soldier's zeal? a saying;
Wine can only fire the brain.
To all ills I bid defiance,
And, though mortal, prove divine,
With the gods I claim alliance;
They quaff nectar, I drink wine.
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