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44   keeneſt darts are radiant Bolton’s care, Which the bright goddeſs poiſons with deſpair; The god of Wine the dire effect foreſees, And ſends the juice that gives the lover eaſe. Harper, ſprightly, young, and gay, Sweet as the roſy morn in May, Fill to the brim, I ’ll drink it up, To the laſt drop, were poiſon in the cup. l not love you, Villiers, more Than ever mortal lov’d before; With ſuch a paſſion, fix’d and ſure, As ev’n poſſeſſion could not cure, Never to ceaſe but with my breath, May then this bumper be my death.