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- Who his cups can stoutly bear,
- In his cups despiseth fear,
- In his cups can nimbly dance,
- Him Lyæus will advance:
- Nectar of us mortals wine,
- The glad offspring of the vine,
- Screen'd with leaves, preserv'd within
- The plump grape's transparent skin,
- In the body all diseases,
- In the soul all grief appeases.
ANACREON, "Wine the Healer"
- Horns to bulls wise Nature lends;
- Horses she with hoofs defends;
- Hares with nimble feet relieves;
- Dreadful teeth to lions gives;
- Fishes learn through streams to slide;
- Birds through yielding air to glide;
- Men with courage she supplies;
- But to women these denies.
- What then gives she? Beauty, this
- Both their arms and armour is:
- She, that can this weapon use,
- Fire and sword with ease subdues.
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