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Let him drink on; but ’tis not a whole Flood
Can give sufficient Sweetness to his Blood,
To make his Nature, or his Manners good.
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Tir’d with this dismal Stuff, away I ran,
Where were two Wives, with Girl just fit for Man,
Short-breath’d, and palled Lips, and Visage wan.
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