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ODE LVII. THAT WE SHOULD DRINK WITH MODERATION.

Bring hither, Boy, a mighty Bowl,
And let me quench my thirsty Soul;
Fill two Parts Water, fill it high,
Add one of Wine, for I am dry:
Thus let the limpid Stream allay
The jolly God's too potent Sway.
Quick, Boy, dispatch—My Friends, no more,
Thus let us drinking rant and roar;
Such clamorous Riot better suits
Unpolished Scythia's barbarous Brutes:
Let us, while Music tunes the Soul,
Mix Temperance in the friendly Bowl.