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69. The Vineyard.
1
Enter you that rave with madness:Enter you that sigh with sadness,
And receive the oyl of gladness
In the Vine.
2
Here's the mystery of the Muses;Here's the Font Mæcenas uses;
Here wit gains what ere it loses.
Noble Wine.
3
Here's the Laurel, here's the Bayes,Here's the sum of Poets praise,
Heare's the cream of Pæans rayes.
Famous liquor.
4
Here's th' Arsenal whence do springPresents worthy for a King.
Here my fancies tender wing
Thriveth quicker.
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