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Rh  And I by sad experience know 'Tis gold that works the lover's wo!

! for the harp, the harp of fire,
 * That godlike Homer strung:

But ah! on such a blood-stain'd lyre
 * Could love's soft notes be sung?

No! let the measured cups be brought,
 * And from this scroll divine

I'll read the laws which Bacchus taught
 * To votaries of the wine.

Then warm in heart, but wisely gay,
 * I'll join the sportive throng;