Friendship, good wine, and mirth, that serve not ill
The heavenly Muse, tho’ she requite them not:
I would have life—thou saidst—all as this day,
Simple enjoyment calm in its excess,
With not a grief to cloud, and not a ray
Of passion overhot my peace to oppress;
With no ambition to reproach delay,
Nor rapture to disturb its happiness.
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A man that sees by chance his picture, made