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653. A BACCHANALIAN VERSE.
Fill me a mighty bowl
Up to the brim,
That I may drink
Unto my Jonson's soul.
Crown it again, again;
And thrice repeat
That happy heat,
To drink to thee, my Ben.
Well I can quaff, I see,
To th' number five
Or nine; but thrive
In frenzy ne'er like thee.
To the number five or nine, see [Note].
654. LONG-LOOKED-FOR COMES AT LAST.
Though long it be, years may repay the debt;
None loseth that which he in time may get.
655. TO YOUTH.
Drink wine, and live here blitheful, while ye may:
The morrow's life too late is; live to-day.