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B. IV. Who dar'd to violate the virgin Wine. Or on the fugitive Champain you pour A thousand curses; for to heav'n your soul It rapt, to plunge you deeper in despair. Perhaps you rue even that divinest gift, The gay, serene, good-natur'd Burgundy, Or the fresh fragrant vintage of the Rhine: And wish that heaven from mortals had withheld The grape, and all intoxicating bowls.

Besides, it wounds you fore to recollect What follies in your loose unguarded hour Escap'd. By one irrevocable word, Perhaps that meant no harm, you lose a friend. Or in the rage of wine your hasty hand Performs a deed to haunt you to your grave. Add that your means, your health, your parts decay; Rh