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52 Of grosser crudity convey, pervades The far-remote meanders of our frame. Ah! fly deceiver! Branded o'er and o'er, Yet still believ'd! Exulting o'er the wreck Of sober Vows! But the Parnassian maids Another time perhaps shall sing the joys, The fatal charms, the many woes of wine; Perhaps its various tribes, and various powers.


 * Meantime, I would not always dread the bowl,

Nor every trespass shun. The feverish strife, Rous'd by the rare debauch, subdues, expells The loitering crudities, that burthen life; And, like a torrent full and rapid, clears Th' obstructed tubes. Besides, this restless world Is full of chances, which by habit's power To learn to bear is easier than to shun. Ah! when ambition, meagre love of gold, Rh