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‹‹‹ prev (240) Page 236Page 236Gay Bacchus, liking Estcourt's wine

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Joke droll'd on Comiis'' greedy wayS;^
And tales without a jeft,
While Comus call'd his witty plays
But waggeries at beft.
Such talk foon fet them all at odds,
And had I Homer's pen,
I'd fing ye how they drank like gods.
And how they fought like men.
To part the fray tlie Graces fly,
Who make them foon agree ;
And had the Furies felves been nigh,
They ftill were three to three.
Bacchus appear'd, rais'd Cupid up,
And gave him back his bow,
But kept fome dart to ftir the cup
Where fack and fugar flow.
Joke, taking Comus* roCy crown,
In triumph wore the prize,
And thrice in mirth he pufli'd him down^
As thrice he fl:rove to rife.
Then Cupid fought the myrtb grove.
Where Femu did recline j- ■
And Beauty clofe embracing Love,
They join'd to rail at wine.
And Comus, loudly curbing Wit,
Roli'd off to fome ret/eat,
Where boon companions gravely fit
In fat unweildy fliate..
Bacchus and Joke^ v/ho flay behind,
For one frefh glafs prepare ; -
They kifs, and are exceeding kind,
And vow to be fmcere.
But part in time,; whoever hear
This our inilrudive Tung ;

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