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 From thy plenteous hand divine Let a river run with wine: God of youth, let this day here Enter neither care nor fear.

215. Beauty Clear and Fair

Beauty clear and fair, Where the air Rather like a perfume dwells; Where the violet and the rose Their blue veins and blush disclose, And come to honour nothing else:

Where to live near And planted there Is to live, and still live new; Where to gain a favour is More than light, perpetual bliss— Make me live by serving you!

Dear, again back recall To this light, A stranger to himself and all! Both the wonder and the story Shall be yours, and eke the glory; I am your servant, and your thrall.

216. Melancholy

Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet,