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 Help from the garlick, onion and the leek, And pay no vows to thee, who art the best God, and far more transcending than the rest? Had Cassius, that weak water-drinker, known Thee in the Vine, or had but tasted one Small chalice of thy nectar, he, even he As the wise Cato had approved of thee. Had not Jove's son, the rash Tyrinthian swain (Invited to the Thesbian banquet), ta'ne Full goblets of thy [†] blood; his *lustful sprite Had not kept heat for fifty maids that night. †As Queens meet Queens, so let sack come to me Or as Cleopatra unto Anthonie, When her high visage did at once present To the Triumvir love and wonderment. Swell up my feeble sinews, let my blood †Fill each part full of fire,* let all my good Parts be encouraged, active to do What thy commanding soul shall put me to, And till I turn apostate to thy love, Which here I vow to serve, never remove Thy blessing from me; but Apollo's curse Blast all mine actions; or, a thing that's worse, When these circumstants have the fate to see The time when I prevaricate from thee, Call me the Son of Beer, and then confine Me to the tap, the toast, the turf; let wine Ne'er shine upon me; let my verses all Haste to a sudden death and funeral: And last, dear Spouse, when I thee disavow, May ne'er prophetic Daphne crown my brow." Certainly this manuscript version is in every way