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Rh Show me on earth a thing so rare, I’ll own all miracles are true; To make one maid sincere and fair, O, ’tis the utmost Heaven can do.

Life is darkened o’er with woe, Bid the ruddy nectar flow, Wine’s the soul of joy below; Blessed by Bacchus, rosy wine Makes a mortal half divine, Fill, oh fill the cup before thee, Bacchus, Bacchus, I adore thee.

Life is darkened o’er with woe, Bid the ruddy nectar flow, Love’s the soul of life below; Blessed by beauty, rosy wine Makes a mortal all divine— Fill, oh fill the cup before thee, Venus, Venus, I adore thee.

Ah, men what silly things you are, To women thus to humble; Who, fowler-like, but spreads her snare, Or at her silly game takes aim, Pop, pop, and down you tumble. Ah, men, &c.