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A BACCHANAL, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Bacchus, I-acchus, fill our brains
Last Line: Tis wine, pure wine, ...
Alternate Author Name(s): Townshend, Aurelian
Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Wine


BACCHUS, I-acchus, fill our brains
As well as bowls with sprightly strains;
Let soldiers fight for pay or praise,
And money be the Miser's wish,
Poor scholars study all their days,
And gluttons glory in their dish;
'Tis wine, pure wine, revives sad souls,
Therefore give us the cheer in bowls.
Bacchus, I-acchus.

Let minions marshall every hair,
Or in a lover's lock delight,
And artificial colours wear,
We have the native red and white;
'Tis wine, pure wine, ...

Take phesant-poults, and calved salmon,
Or how to please your palates think,
Give us a salt Westphalia gammon,
Not meat to eat, but meat to drink;
'Tis wine, pure wine, ...

Some have the ptisick, some the rheum,
Some have the palsy, some the gout,
Some swell with fat, and some consume,
But they are sound that drink all out;
'Tis wine, pure wine, ...

The backward spirit it makes brave,
That forward which before was dull;
Those grow good fellows that were grave,
And kindness flows from cups brim full;
'Tis wine, pure wine, ...

Some men want youth, and some want health,
Some want a wife, and some a punk,
Some men want wit, and some want wealth,
But they want nothing that are drunk;
'Tis wine, pure wine, ...





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