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Rh  The cooling draught will thirst assuage, Nor in the breast too fiercely rage. Oh cease, my friends, for shame, give o'er These clamorous shouts, this deaf'ning roar: This Scythian scene all peace destroys; Turns joy to madness, mirth to noise. Let cheerful temperance rule the soul, The best ingredient in the bowl.

, in sleep's delightful trance, I saw Anacreon advance;