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MEDITATIONS OF MAN'S MORTALITIE: BACCHUS, by                    
First Line: Bacchus that drunken god from hell comes forth
Last Line: He into mischiefe, runneth headlong still.
Subject(s): Bacchus; Drinks & Drinking; Mythology - Classical; Wine


Bacchus that drunken God from Hell comes forth,
And reeling here and there few scapes his knockes,
Who shunnes his blowes esteem'd are of no worth,
One Drunkard at anothers weaknesse mockes:
What Isaiah saith, thereon they never thinke;
Woe bee to them! are strong to pow'r in drinke.

God, in his love form'd all things for mans use,
That for his Comfort they might daily be,
But they prove poyson through mans vilde abuse,
Sinne changeth all into deformity:
Paul for mans health, to drinke Wine doth advise.
But through excesse, both Soule and Body dyes.

Man, by this Sinne more vile is, than a Beast;
For but sufficient, they will never take,
Mans sences fayles him sinnes are still increast,
He tracing vices, doth all good forsake:
In Drunkennesse, Lot doth to Incest fall,
Noah in his Wine, his secrets shewes to all
Then Lust, and Murther hands together take,
Like full fed Beasts, they neigh at neighbours wife,
Stolne bread is sweet, hidwater theyr thirsts slake,
They fall to Murther, through discord and strife.
For when mans reason fayles, to guide his will;
He into mischiefe, runneth headlong still.





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