A Sequel to Don Juan — page 117: what you’re looking at

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108 A SEQUEL TO ACIX. Approach, O Bacchanalian Hebe fair— Approach, I say—and from thy moist red lip, Shrouded beneath thy long luxuriant hair, The rich and fragrant juices may I sip! O’er seas of wine the God of Love should bear His way, the ample chalice for a ship :— Let the fair hand of woman fill the bowl— With love the generous juice inspires the soul ! C, Of wealth, and power, and glory monarchs boast— His mistress’ charms the tender lover sings ; But there are moments when the jovial toast And glass excel the bliss of swains and kings. When deep depression haunts you like a ghost, ‘Drink—and ’t will fly away with drooping wings :— The tables of the Gods, served up with wine, By far excel the glories of their shrine. Cl. Oh ! life is not so long that we can spare A day to sighs, or give a night to tears ;— Reflection upon ills increases care, And conjures up a host of idle fears. The moderate glass enables man to dare Those storms which crush the bloom of early years :— A single goblet of Epernay’s juice,* Amidst those storms, will sunshine e’er produce. * Epernay is famous for Moett’s champagne—the best of the kind. It is worth while to travel a hundred miles out of one’s way to visit that merchant’s cellars. cComicbooks;com