In me a more transcendent heat
Than that insinuating fire
Which crept into each reverend Sire,
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14.
"When the high Helen her fair cheeks
Showed to the army of the Greeks;
At which I'll rise
(Blind though as midnight in my eyes),
And hearing it,
Flutter and crow, and, in a fit
Of young concupiscence, and feel
New flames within the aged steal.
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15.
"Thus frantic, crazy man (God wot),
I'll call to mind the times forgot
And oft between
Sigh out the Times that we have seen!
And shed a tear,
And twisting my Iülus hair,
Doting, I'll weep and say (in truth)
Baucis, these were the sins of youth.
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16.
"Then will I cause my hopeful Lad
(If a wild Apple can be had)
To crown the Hearth
(Lar thus conspiring with our mirth);
Next to infuse
Our better beer into the cruse:
Which, neatly spiced, we'll first carouse
Unto the Vesta of the house.
