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BOOK II. Withstood the Greeks) endures, e'er justly mild. Soften'd by Age, it youthful Vigor gains, Fallacious Drink! Ye honest Men beware, Nor trust its Smoothness; The third circling Glass Suffices Virtue: But may Hypocrites, (That slyly speak one thing, another think, Hateful as Hell) pleas'd with the Relish weak, Drink on unwarn'd, 'till by inchanting Cups Infatuate, they their wily Thoughts disclose, And thro' Intemperance grow a while sincere.


 * The Farmer's Toil is done; his Cades mature,

Now call for Vent, his Lands exhaust permit T' indulge awhile. Now solemn Rites he pays To Bacchus, Author of Heart-cheering Mirth. His honest Friends, at thirsty hour of Dusk, Come uninvited; he with bounteous Hand Rh