Go, wond'rous Creature! where the potion glides[7]
From Bowls unmeasured in illumin'd tides;
Instruct each other, in your due degrees;
Correct old Rules, and be e'en what you please;
Go, drink! for who shall jointed power contest?
Drink to the passable, the good, the best.
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And, quitting Custom and her idle plan,
Call drowning reason imitating Man;
Like lovers' brains in giddy circles run,