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Old Socrates ne*er was content,
Till a bottle had heighten'd hfs joys.
Who in's cups to the oracle went,
Or he ne'er had been counted fo wife :
Late hours he mofl certainly lov'd,
Made wine the delight of his life,
Or Xantippe would never have prov'd
Such a damnable fcold of a wife.
Grave Seneca, fam'd for his parts,
Who tutor'd the bully o^ Rome,
Grew wife o'er his cups and his quarts,
Which he drank like a mifer at home -^
And, to fhew he lov'd wine that was good,
To the laft, (we may truly aver it)
He tindur'd his bath with his blood,
So fancy'd he died in his claret.
Pythagoras did filence enjoin
On his pupils, who wifdom would feek,
Becaufe that he tippled good wine,
'Till himfelf v/as unable to fpeak ;
And when he was whimftcal grown.
With lipping his plentiful bowls,
By the ftrength of the juice in his crown,
He conceiv'd tranfmigration of fouls.
Copernicus too, like the reft,
Believ'd there was wifdom in wine.
And thought that a cup of the beft
Made reafon the brighter to fhine :
With wine he replenifh'd his veins.
And made his philofbphy reel ;
Then fancy'd the world, like his brains,
Turn'd round like a chariot wheel.
Arijlotle, that mafter of arts,
Had been but a dunce without vvijic.
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