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108 And above e'en song divine Have their babblings rated; To account we've even called us For the moments that enthralled us With enjoyment freighted.

If thou'lt absolution grant To thy true ones ever, We, to execute thy will, Ceaseless will endeavour, From half-measures strive to wean us, Wholly, fairly, well demean us, Resting, flagging never.

At all blockheads we'll at once Let our laugh ring clearly, And the pearly-foaming wine Never sip at merely. Ne'er with eye alone give kisses. But with boldness suck in blisses From those lips loved dearly.

 ERGO BIBAMUS!

a praiseworthy object we're now gathered here, So, brethren, sing: Tho' talk may be hushed, yet the glasses ring clear, Remember then, In truth 'tis an old, 'tis an excellent word, With its sound so befitting each bosom is stirred, And an echo the festal hall filling is heard, A glorious

I saw mine own love in her beauty so rare, And bethought me of: ; 