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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