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Rh  True, I'm old; but you shall see Old Silenus, full of glee, Acted to the life by me.

the rosy wine inspires, Every muse my bosom fires, All the joys of love and song Cheer my heart and tune my tongue.

When the joys of wine I share, Farewell every anxious care; Sportive winds my sorrows sweep To the restless, roaring deep.

When I drain the spacious bowl, Bacchus charms my ravish'd soul; Perfumed gales from beds of flowers Bathe in bliss the happy hours.

When with rosy garlands crown'd, The social cup I pass around; Rapt in fancy's airy dream, Peaceful pleasures are my theme.

When I quaff the grape's rich juice, Bathed in liquid sweets profuse, Venus claims my votive strain, Chloe fills my arms again.