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 "I am old, but let me drink; Bring me spices, bring me wine; I remember, when I think, That my youth was half divine.

"Wine is good for shrivell'd lips, When a blanket wraps the day, When the rotten woodland drips, And the leaf is stamp'd in clay.

"Sit thee down, and have no shame, Cheek by jowl, and knee by knee: What care I for any name? What for order or degree?

"Let me screw thee up a peg; Let me loose thy tongue with wine: Callest thou that thing a leg? Which is thinnest? thine or mine?