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Bacchus liking Estcourt's wine,
 * A noble meal bespoke us;

And for the guests that were to dine,
 * Brought Comus, Love, and Jocus.

The god near Cupid drew his chair,
 * Near Comus, Jocus plac'd;

For wine makes Love forget its care,
 * And Mirth exalts a feast.

The more to please the sprightly god,
 * Each sweet engaging Grace

Put on some clothes to come abroad,
 * And took a waiter's place.

Then Cupid nam'd at every glass
 * A lady of the sky;

While Bacchus swore he'd drink the lass,
 * And had it bumper-high.

Fat Comus toss'd his brimmers o'er,
 * And always got the most;

Jocus took care to fill him more,
 * Whene'er he miss'd the toast.