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18  Nay, rather, friends, anoint me now,
 * While life remains, and fate is kind;

With rosy garlands crown my brow,
 * And go, my lovely fair one find.

My cares I'll drown in pleasure's tide,
 * Before my wand'ring spirit go

Where unsubstantial spectres glide,
 * And dance in dismal shades below.

sparkling wine sweet roses join, 'Twill make the nectar'd draught divine; Let mirth and laughter rule the hour, While roses, pluck'd from Love's own bower, Around our moisten'd temples twine, And add fresh fragrance to the wine.