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 ( 5 ) All virtues wine is nurfe to, of ev’ry vice deftroyer ; Gives dullard's wit, makes juft the cit, truth forces from the lawyer.

Wine fets our joys a-fiowing, our care and forrow drowning : Who rails at the bowl, is a Turk in’s foul, and a Chriftian ne’er fhorrid own him.

A B S E N C E I L L to BIDE. YE fhepherds fo cheerful and gay, whoFe flocks never carelefsly roam : Should Corydon’s happen to ftray, Oh! call the poor wanderers home. Allow me to mufe and to figh, nor talk of the change that I find; None once was fo watchful as I, —I have left my dear Phillis behind. Now I know what it is to have ftrove, with the tortures of doubt and defire ; What it is to admire and to love, and to leave her we love and admire. Ah ! lead forth my flock in the morn, and the damps of each ev’ning repel; Alas! I am faint and forIorn, — I have bid my dear Phillis farewel. Since Phillis vouchfaf’d of my look, I never once dreamt of my vine : May I lofe both my pipe and my crook, if I knew a kid that was mine.