Anacreontic

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Title:     Anacreontic
Author: Thomas Gent [More Titles by Gent]

"THE WISEST MEN ARE FOOLS IN WINE."

The wisest men are fools in wine,
Experience makes us think:
Its magic spells are so divine,
We reason--yet we drink!

How short's the longest life of man,
How soon its brightest laurels fade--
Then, as our life is but a span,
Let all its hours be joyous made.

Wine o'er the ardent restless mind
Entwines its poppy chain;
A solace, then, the wretched find.
In fictions of the brain.

Oh! as the charmed glass we sip,
We conquer care and pain:
It woos like woman's dewy lip,
To kiss--and come again!

[This Song has been admirably set to Music, and Sung with great success, by MR. HENRY PHILLIPS.--It is published by MORI and LAVENU, 28, New Bond-street.]

[The end]
Thomas Gent's poem: Anacreontic

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