A Bacchanalian Verse
By Robert Herrick
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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This Poem Is In The Public Domain.
