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Rh  Strings his nerves, strong toil to bear, Courage gives to win the fair; Graceful ease and skill bestows, When the vigorous dancer glows. In his hand behold he bears An antidote for human cares; Bless'd with which poor mortals gam Pleasure's draught unmix'd with pain. He preserves the future wine, While the crimson clusters shine, Ere the juice is taught to flow, Sweet assuager of our wo. Wine, the cure of every ill, Proves the best physician still; All its happy patients find Health of body, ease of mind. Sound in mind—in body sound, While the rolling year goes round, Till the grapes again appear, Med'cine for another year.

matchless skill! what art divine On this bright silver medal shine! On every side; above, below, The floods of ocean seem to flow;