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TO BACCHVS.
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Thickets, in which, could no footes Entrie fall;
And he himself made Captaine of them All.
And so (O Grape-abounding Bacchus) be
Euer saluted by my Muse, and Me.
Giue us to spend with spirit, our Howres out here;
And euery Howre, extend to many a Yeare.
And he himself made Captaine of them All.
And so (O Grape-abounding Bacchus) be
Euer saluted by my Muse, and Me.
Giue us to spend with spirit, our Howres out here;
And euery Howre, extend to many a Yeare.
