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Made over a Punch-Bowl.
The first Deluge of Water wash'd Mankind away,But this Second of Punch wou'd invite us to stay:
O! had this Noble Liquor been rightly employ'd!
It the World had restor'd, which the Water destroy'd.
This full Bowl is our Ark, where we safely may sail,
Thro' an Ocean of Punch,—while we Sing for a Gale.
Poems upon several Occasions | ||