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A FRAGMENT

I

When Bacchus, jolly God, invites
To revel in his ev'ning rites,
In vain his altars I surround,
Though with Burgundian incense crown'd:
No charm has Wine without the Lass;
'Tis Love gives relish to the Glass.

II

Whilst all around, with jocund glee,
In brimmers toast their fav'rite She;
Though ev'ry Nymph my lips proclaim,
My heart still whispers Chloe's name;
And thus with me, by am'rous stealth,
Still ev'ry glass is Chloe's health.