HENRY CAREY

��BACCHUS must now his power resign I am the only God of Wine ! It is not fit the wretch should be Tn competition set with me, Who can drink ten times more than he.

Make a new world, ye powers divine ! Stock'd with nothing else but Wine : Let Wine its only product be, Let Wine be earth, and air, and sea And let that Wine be all for me!

��WILLIAM BROOME

The Rosebud

��of fragrance, lovely Rose, ^ beauties of thy leaves disclose ! But thou, fair Nymph, thyself survey In this sweet offspring of a day. That miracle of face must fail, Thy charms are sweet, but charms are frail Swift as the short-lived flower they fly, At morn they bloom, at evening die : Though Sickness yet a while forbears, Yet Time destroys what Sickness spares: Now Helen lives alone in fame, And Cleopatra's but a name: Time must indent that heavenly brow, And thou must be what they are now.

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