Bacchanalia or A Description of a Drunken Club. A Poem [by Charles Darby] |
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But the most frequent Humor's still behind;
Which is, to talk of Grave Divinity.
Of which, the proper Reason to assign,
I find it not an easie Task to be.
Whether from that near Consanguinity,
And natural Love
'Twixt Bacchus and great Jove;
Whose Son he was, and hatch'd up, in his Thigh,
In place we commonly do call, Popes-Eye;
An Omen that, in time, he'd prove
A great Dictator in Theology?
Or, that the Grape so sweet,
That Nectar of the Gods, do's men inspire
With Sacred Fire.
And raise their thoughts to more than Humane height?
Or that the Intellect doth gasping lie,
And thence, to utter doth desire,
Some few grave Sentences, before she die?
Which is, to talk of Grave Divinity.
Of which, the proper Reason to assign,
I find it not an easie Task to be.
Whether from that near Consanguinity,
And natural Love
'Twixt Bacchus and great Jove;
Whose Son he was, and hatch'd up, in his Thigh,
In place we commonly do call, Popes-Eye;
An Omen that, in time, he'd prove
A great Dictator in Theology?
Or, that the Grape so sweet,
That Nectar of the Gods, do's men inspire
With Sacred Fire.
And raise their thoughts to more than Humane height?
Or that the Intellect doth gasping lie,
And thence, to utter doth desire,
Some few grave Sentences, before she die?
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