II.
There the kind Deity of Wine
Kiss’d the soft wanton God of Love;
This clapt his Wings, that press’d his Vine,
And their best Pow’rs united move.
While each brave Greek embrac’d his Punk,
Lull’d her asleep, and then grew drunk.
There the kind Deity of Wine
Kiss’d the soft wanton God of Love;
This clapt his Wings, that press’d his Vine,
And their best Pow’rs united move.
While each brave Greek embrac’d his Punk,
Lull’d her asleep, and then grew drunk.