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 Now reigns the rose, and now Th' Arabian dew besmears My uncontrolled brow And my retorted hairs.

Homer, this health to thee, In sack of such a kind That it would make thee see Though thou wert ne'er so blind.

Next, Virgil I'll call forth To pledge this second health In wine, whose each cup's worth An Indian commonwealth.

A goblet next I'll drink To Ovid, and suppose, Made he the pledge, he'd think The world had all one nose.

Then this immensive cup Of aromatic wine, Catullus, I quaff up To that terse muse of thine.

Wild I am now with heat: O Bacchus, cool thy rays! Or, frantic, I shall eat Thy thyrse and bite the bays.