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From Julian.

In Imitation of Anacreon.

As roses in a wreath I bound,
Love among the flow'rs I found:
Seizing fast this foe of mine;
And immersing deep in wine;
Straight, in hand, I took the cup;
Straight I drank the wanton up.
Now the idle-flutt'ring guest
Up and down my bosom springs,
Teazing, tickling, without rest,
With the feathers of his wings.