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Rh "Whoe lender meal is horter than their grace; "Whoe moping ons no jovial orgies keep; "Where evening brings no ummons but to leep; "No Carnival is even Chritmas here, "And one long Lent involves the meagre year. "Bear me, ye pow'rs! to ome more genial cene, "Where on oft cuhions lolls the gouty Dean, "Or roy Prebend, with cherubic face, "With double chin, and paunch of portly grace, "Who lull'd in downy lumbers hall agree "To own no inpiration but from me. "Or to ome pacious manion, Gothic, old, "Where Comus' prightly train their vigils hold; "There oft exhauted, and replenih'd oft, "Oh! let me till upply th' eternal draught; "Till care within the deep abys be drown'd, "And thought grows giddy at the vat profound." More