Metin
Whose flame will in a greater blast expire.
In wine you must no moderation keep;
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You must not drink at all; or drink so deep,
So large a dose, as puts your cares to sleep.
Now to our port we are arriv'd; bring down
The jolly wreath, our weary barque to crown.The poet, having finished his work, demands a time of rest, and to enjoy the glory he has deserved by his labor, as the seamen when they enter the port after a long voyage. It was the custom to adorn the ship with garlands on such occasions.
Your grief redrest, and now a happy throng,
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Ye nymphs and youths applaud my healing song.
