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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530110" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anacreontick I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gay Bacchus liking Estcourt's Wine,<br>A noble Meal bespoke;<br>And for the Guests that were to Dine,<br>Brought Comus, Love, and Joke.<br>The God near Cupid drew his Chair,<br>And Joke near Comus plac'd;<br>Thus Wine makes Love forget its Care,<br>And Mirth exalts a Feast.<br>The more to please the sprightly God,<br>Each sweet engaging Grace <br>Put on some Cloaths to come abroad,<br>And took a Waiters Place.<br>Then Cupid nam'd at every Glass<br>A Lady of the Sky;<br>While Bacchus swore he'd Drink the Lass,<br>And had it Bumper high. <br>Fat Comus tost his Brimmers o're,<br>And always got the most;<br>For Joke took care to fill him more,<br>When-e'er he mist the Toast.<br>They call'd, and drank at every Touch,<br>Then fill'd, and drank again;<br>And if the Gods can take too much,<br>'Tis said, they did so then.<br>Free Jests run all the Table round,<br>And with the Wine conspire,<br>(While they by sly Reflection wound,)<br>To set their Heads on Fire.<br>Gay Bacchus little Cupid stung,<br>By reck'ning his Deceits;<br>And Cupid mock'd his stammering Tongue,<br>With all his staggering Gaits.<br>Joke droll'd on Comus' greedy Ways,<br>And Tales without a Jest;<br>While Comus call'd his witty Plays,<br>But Waggeries at Best. <br>Such Talk soon set 'em all at Odds;<br>And, had I Homer's Pen,<br>I'd sing ye, how they drunk, like Gods,<br>And how they fought, like Men.<br>To part the Fray, the Graces fly,<br>Who make 'em soon agree;<br>And had the Furies selves been nigh,<br>They still were Three to Three.<br>Bacchus appeas'd, rais'd Cupid up,<br>And gave him back his Bow;<br>But kept some Darts to stir the Cup,<br>Where Sack and Sugar flow.<br>Joke taking Comus' rosie Crown,<br>In Triumph wore the Prize,<br>And thrice, in Mirth, he pusht him down,<br>As thrice he strove to rise.<br>Then Cupid sought the Myrtle Grove,<br>Where Venus did recline,<br>And Beauty close embracing Love,<br>They join'd to Rail at Wine. <br>And Comus loudly cursing Wit,<br>Roll'd off to some Retreat,<br>Where boon Companions gravely sit,<br>In fat unweildy State.<br>Bacchus and Joke, who stay behind,<br>For one fresh Glass prepare;<br>They Kiss, and are exceeding kind,<br>And Vow to be sincere.<br>But part in Time, whoever hear<br>This our Instructive Song;<br>For tho' such Friendships may be dear,<br>They can't continue long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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A noble Meal bespoke;
And for the Guests that were to Dine,
Brought Comus, Love, and Joke.
The God near Cupid drew his Chair,
And Joke near Comus plac'd;
Thus Wine makes Love forget its Care,
And Mirth exalts a ..."></div>
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