A Bacchanalian Verse.
Fill me a mighty bowl Up to the brim, That I may drink Unto my Jonson's soul. Crown it again, again; And thrice repeat That happy heat, To drink to thee, my Ben. Well I can quaff, I see, To th' number five Or nine; but thrive In frenzy ne'er like thee.
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"Fill me a mighty bowl..."
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