| And has not such a Story from of Old
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| And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
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| And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
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| And much as Wine has play`d the Infidel,
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| And not a drop that from our Cups we throw
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| And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
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| And this I know: whether the one True Light
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| And this reviving Herb whose tender Green
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| And those who husbanded the Golden grain,
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| And we, that now make merry in the Room
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| And when like her, oh Saki, you shall pass
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| And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
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| As then the Tulip for her morning sup
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| As under cover of departing Day
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| Before the phantom of False morning died,
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