 | Songs and poems(1866) |  |
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SEE, HOW THE WINE BLUSHES.
Sit down—'tis a scandal for Christians to fight;
See, how the wine blushes asham'd at the sight!
Come, lay by your logic, let each take his glass;
In vino (the proverb affirms) veritas.
See, how the wine blushes asham'd at the sight!
Come, lay by your logic, let each take his glass;
In vino (the proverb affirms) veritas.
Is mine the first bumper?—then Damon your toast,
Say, what pretty charmer your soul has engross'd?
What a-deuce do you scruple? unless you'll comply,
I'll not touch a drop on't, no marry, not I.
Say, what pretty charmer your soul has engross'd?
What a-deuce do you scruple? unless you'll comply,
I'll not touch a drop on't, no marry, not I.
Make haste then—good gods! is it she? O the quean?
A pert little tyrant as ever was seen!
What magic can loose thee! alas, thou must hope,
No freedom from chains—till releas'd by a rope!
A pert little tyrant as ever was seen!
What magic can loose thee! alas, thou must hope,
No freedom from chains—till releas'd by a rope!
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