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 and let no more be given; Continue this my fire-side, I ask no more of Heaven.

VULCAN, contrive me such a cup, as Nestor us’d of old ; Try all your art to trim it up and Damask it round with gold,

Carve me thereon the manlina vine, and eke two lovely boys; Whose limbs in amorous folds intwine, the type of future joys.

Make it so large, when fill’d with sack, up to the swelling brim; Vast toasts on the delicious lake, like ships at sea may swim.

Cupid and Bacchus, my gods are; let love and wine still reign: With wine I’ll drive away dull care, and then to my love again.

Down in a meadow fresh and gay, Plucking a flow’r the other day Plucking a flow’r both red and blue, I little thought what love could do.