| This, for such as these the present Times, I see expedient |
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| Winecup and love and loveling I'll nevermore forsake |
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| Flask in hand and verse-reciting, Warm with wine and laughing-eyed |
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| Each man of happy sight, who would The way of heart's content fare |
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| No account of thee thou writest, Past although is many a day |
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| He, in whom desire of traffic With thy down, my sweet, shall be |
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| The Wine-seller old to gladden, The Easterly breeze hath come |
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| Fragrance, East Wind, from the pathway Which the fair doth wend, bring thou |
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| All compact of grace and beauty Is my loved one's moonlike face |
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| From the doorway of the winehouse Solace for our pain seek we |
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