Kitap 1
Invent new names of things unknown before:
Call this Armenia, that the Caspian shore;
Call this a Mede, and that a Parthian youth;
Talk probably,-no matter for the truth.
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In feasts, as at our shows, new means abound;
More pleasure there, than that of wine, is found.
The Paphian goddess there her ambush lays;
And love, betwixt the horns of Bacchus plays:
Desires increase at ev'ry swilling draught;
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Brisk vapour add new vigour to the thought.
There Cupid's purple wings no flight afford,
But wet with wine, he flutters on the board.
He shakes his pinions, but he cannot move;
Fix'd he remains, and turns a maudlin love.
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Wine warms the blood, and makes the spirits flow;
Care flies, and wrinkles from the forehead go;
Exalts the poor, invigorates the weak,
Gives mirth and laughter, and a rosy cheek.
Bold truth it speaks; and spoken, dare maintain;
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And brings our old simplicity again.
