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20. The degrees of Bacchus.
HEre I will closely stand to my devotion, And wil not stir til we have dreyn'd the ocean. ••••re Ile commence brave matters, and aspire 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Bacchus schoole, till I can climb no higher. ••••awer attend me with a cheerfull cheek, ••nd doe not let my liquor be to seek: ••••r if thou dost, vile brat, (by Jove) I tell ye, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 mortifie thy bones into a jelly.The I. Glasse.
••••ah, what is this? the biting of a flea
••••nto a Beare, a drop onto the sea.
••••ull rogue, recrute my cup, fill up the pot,
••••ep nothing void, nature admits it not.
••st thou not heard it on Apollo's drum,
••••atura non admittit vacuum?
••pply, supply me with another quick;
••his is devoured even at a lick.
2.
••gain, again recrute, and do not smother
〈◊〉〈◊〉 good beginning: help me with another;
3.
••nd yet another, with a nimble hand.
••uick, be obedient unto my command.
4.
••hese are but empty Prologues, you shall find
••here is a Scene of honour lies behind.