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118 And drinks, and wants another cup; Solemn, silent, and sedate, Ever long, and ever late, Full of meats, and full of wine; This takes his temper from the swine.

Here some who hardly seem to breathe, Drink, and hang the jaw beneath. Gaping, tender, apt to weep; Their nature's alter'd by the sheep.

Twas thus one autumn all the crew, (If what the poets say be true) While Bacchus made the merry feast, Inclin'd to one or other beast; And since, 'tis said, for many a mile He spread the vines of Lesbos isle.