A Bacchanalian Verse
Fill me a mighty Bowle
Up to the brink:
That I may drink
Unto my Johnsons soule.
Crowne it agen agen;
And thrice repeat
That happy heat;
To drink to Thee my Ben.
Well I can quaffe, I see,
To th'number five,
Or nine; but thrive
In frenzie ne'r like thee.
Up to the brink:
That I may drink
Unto my Johnsons soule.
Crowne it agen agen;
And thrice repeat
That happy heat;
To drink to Thee my Ben.
Well I can quaffe, I see,
To th'number five,
Or nine; but thrive
In frenzie ne'r like thee.
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