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AN EPISTLE to a FRIEND
A FRAGMENT
This Night we are met at the Globe of PurposeTo Drink, and to write to thy Gentle Corpus;
Where, having got Sack, Pen, Paper, and Inke,
I wish I could write as easy as thinke;
But th' best way of all to put us in,
I think, is with Drinking first to begin.
Here's a Health to thy self, and thy second Part,
The wine's not so neare, as y' are both to my Heart,
And that's not very far of[f], Pardy!
For I feel it warme my Pericardy.
This Night w' intend to sup, and lodge at Kingston,
Where wee shal want a Poet, unles thou bring'st one. [OMITTED]
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