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ODE XXV.
[Then, when I drink pure wine, my care]
Then, when I drink pure wine, my care
Sleeps, or disperses into air:
And, pray, what need of care to me,
Of groans, or of anxiety?
For, think as gravely as I can,
Still I must take the fate of man;
And die: what need then to deceive
The fleeting life, and live to grieve?
Sleeps, or disperses into air:
And, pray, what need of care to me,
Of groans, or of anxiety?
For, think as gravely as I can,
Still I must take the fate of man;
And die: what need then to deceive
The fleeting life, and live to grieve?
'Tis better far, and 'tis my fate
To live, and drink in gentle state;
To soothe, not drown, the thoughtful soul
In fair Lyæus' golden bowl:
And throw a rose into the wine,
To make the purple flood divine:
Let joy mount up, and care decline!
To live, and drink in gentle state;
To soothe, not drown, the thoughtful soul
In fair Lyæus' golden bowl:
And throw a rose into the wine,
To make the purple flood divine:
Let joy mount up, and care decline!
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