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$6r fbme infolent Chloe to whine ;
Let him come no more here,
For by Bacchus I fwear,
He's .'got worthy to tafle of our wine,
Brave boys.
1*he nectar of old,
That fo much is extoll ? 3, ,
Which the deities drink when they dine,
Let none hence deceive ye,
For, if you'll believe me,
Their ne&ar's no more than good wine,
Brave boys.
YE national fchemers, a while give me leave,
A fcheme I'll advance that (hajl.no one deceive j
No humbug I mean, fet on foot by the great,
Tho' a lottery's my fcheme, it is not of the ftate.
No- hazards your tickets- divide into (hares,
To plunder your pockets and heighten your cares,
No blanks to deprefs.you come in.my defign,
The wheel is good humour'd, the prize is good wine.
From a fcheme fuch as this, what delight muft accrue
To a people who always give Bacchus his due ? ,
Choice god of the grape, by thy virtues infpir'd,
The caufe I'll relate you, fojufrlyadmir'd.
'Tis> wine gives that freedom we always maintain.
The Have fill'd with claret defpifes his chain ;
'Tis wine gives us wit -and ennobles, our fenfe,
And aids fancy's flight as. new feints commence.