86. The Sick Poet -

OS ETINE vintage, queenly snow.
Ye generous bumpers, tell me —
When shall I drink again with no
Begrudging leech to quell me.

Unworthy of the gift divine
That precious Bacchus offers,
The graceless loon prefers to wine
The wealth of Midas' coffers.

May he that doth your joys withhold
Amass from every quarter
All Libya's corn, all Tagus gold,
But let him drink hot water!

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