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Up the mountains, o'er the vales,
So chear'd, with more officious haste
The plants refresh'd, new leaves appear,
A vineyard ripe, a day ferene
Now calls them all to work again.
Strow the roses, raise the song, See the mafter comes along; Lufty Revel join'd with Laughter, Whim and Frolic follow after :
The Fauns afide the vats remain
To fhow the work, and reap the gain.
They fit to riot on the ground;
A veffel ftands amidst the ring,
And here they laugh, and there they fing;
And dance about it hand in hand;
Dance about, and fhout amain,
Then fit to laugh, and fing again..
But as an ancient Author fung,
'Twas hence in drinking on the lawns-
Here one was crying out, by Jove!
Another grins, and leaps about,
These take the monkey's turn of mind.
Here one, that faw the Nymphs which stood,
To peep upon them from the wood,
Be lagging late beneath the fhade:
Mad and careless, hot and vain :
Another drinks and cafts it up,
And drinks, and wants another cup;
Solemn, filent, and fedate,
Ever long, and ever late,
Full of meats, and full of wine:
This takes his temper from the swine.
Here fome who hardly feem to breathe,
Drink, and hang the jaw beneath,
'Twas thus one autumn all the crew (If what the Poets fay be true) While Bacchus made the merry feaft, Inclin❜d to one, or other beast: And fince, 'tis faid, for many a mile He spread the vines of Lesbos ifle.