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 Triumphant returning at night with the spoil,

like Bacchanals shouting and gay,

How sweet with our bottle and lass to refresh,

and lose the fatigues of the day!

With sport, love, and wine, fickle fortune defy,

dull wisdom all happiness sours ;

Since life is no more than a passage at best,

let’s strew the way over with flow’rs.





