Enough of these, and all the charms of Wine;
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Be sober joys and social evenings mine,
Where peace and Reason unsoil'd mirth improve,
The powers of friendship and the joys of love;
Where thought meets thought ere Words its form array,
And all is sacred, elegant, and gay;
Such pleasure leaves no Sorrow on the mind,
Too great to [pall], to sicken too [refin'd],
Too soft for Noise, and too sublime for art,