Citation - Connecticut Courant: 1772.05.19

CC-H.772.029
12-19 May 1772:41 (386)
ON DRINKING.
When I drain th' oblivious boul,
Pleasures wing my raptur'd soul.
My tongue, with love, and wine inspire,
By turns relieves the silver lyre.
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While to my breast the fair does cling,
Of beauty, and of love I sing,
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My free soul at large expands,
In dance I join the choral bands.