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 "Drink, and let the parties rave: They are fill'd with idle spleen; Rising, falling, like a wave, For they know not what they mean.

"He that roars for liberty Faster binds the tyrant's power; And the tyrant's cruel glee Forces on the freer hour.

"Fill the can, and fill the cup: All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.

"Greet her with applausive breath, Freedom, gaily doth she tread; In her right a civic wreath, In her left a human head.