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Poetry, English.
Songs, English.
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"Poems and songs by Thomas Flatman." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A39655.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 6, 2024.
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Book III. ODE XXI. To his Wine-Vessels.
KInd Brother Butt! as old, and brisk, as I,(For we had both the same Nativity,)Whether to mirth, to brawls, or desperate Love,Or sleep, thy gentle power do's move;By what, or name, or title dignifi'd;Thou need'st not fear the nicest test to 'bide:Corvinus, health since we may not refuse,Give down amain thy generous juice.Corvinus tho' a Stoick, will not balkThy charms, for he can drink, as well as talk.Old Cato, tho he often were morose,Yet he would sometimes take a Dose.O Wine! thou mak'st the thick-skull'd fellow soft;Easest the Statesman, vext with cares full oft;Unriddlest all intrigues with a free Bowl,Thou arrant pick-lock of the Soul!
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Thou dost our gasping, dying hopes revive,To Pesants, souls as big as Princes, give;Inspired by thee they scorn their slavish fears,And bid their Rulers shake their ears.All this, and more (great Bacchus) thou canst do,But if kind Venus be assistant too,Then bring more Candles to expel the night;Till Phoebus puts the Stars to flight.
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