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A Song.
From
Salamis when Teucer fled,
And left his Country, then
With Poplar Boughs he Crown'd his Head,
And all his Warlike Men;
And left his Country, then
With Poplar Boughs he Crown'd his Head,
And all his Warlike Men;
And with a Bowl of fragrant Wine
With Bachus did caress,
Drowning their Souls in Muscadine,
Joy'd with such happiness.
With Bachus did caress,
Drowning their Souls in Muscadine,
Joy'd with such happiness.
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So let us like Immortal Souls
Our life in pleasure spend,
Quaffing our time in lusty Bowls,
Which never shall have end.
Our life in pleasure spend,
Quaffing our time in lusty Bowls,
Which never shall have end.
Thus shall we make the Powers above
To envy our delight,
And Cupid, Prince and God of Love,
To Revel all the Night.
To envy our delight,
And Cupid, Prince and God of Love,
To Revel all the Night.
Thus shall we make the Gods despise
The sweet and pleasant taste
Of Nectar, which they once did prize,
Drank by Immortal Race.
The sweet and pleasant taste
Of Nectar, which they once did prize,
Drank by Immortal Race.
Thus each of us shall be a Star,
And with the Gods combine
In their Divinity to share,
As they shall in our Wine.
And with the Gods combine
In their Divinity to share,
As they shall in our Wine.
Frange toros, Pete vina, rosas cape, tingere nardo.
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