ANACREONTICK. Thomas Parnell Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T42652 p. 554 K041605.000 Parnell, Thomas, 1679-1718. Poems on Several Occasions: Written by Dr. Thomas Parnell, Late Arch-Deacon of Clogher: and Published by Mr. Pope. London printed for B. Lintot 1722 [1721] pp. 28-31. [8],221,[3]p.; 8⁰.

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ANACREONTICK . GAY Bacchus liking Estcourt's Wine , A noble Meal bespoke us ; And for the Guests that were to dine , Brought Comus , Love , and Jocus . The God near Cupid drew his Chair , Near Comus , Jocus plac'd ; For Wine makes Love forget its Care , And Mirth exalts a Feast . The more to please the sprightly God , Each sweet engaging Grace Put on some Cloaths to come abroad , And took a Waiter's Place . Then Cupid nam'd at every Glass A Lady of the Sky ; While Bacchus swore he'd drink the Lass , And had it Bumper-high . Far Comus tost his Brimmers o'er , And always got the most ; Jocus took care to fill him more , When-e'er he mist the Toast . They call'd , and drank at every touch ; He fill'd , and drank again ; And if the Gods can take too much , 'Tis said , they did so then . Gay Bacchus little Cupid stung , By reck'ning his Deceits ; And Cupid mock'd his stamm'ring Tongue , With all his stagg'ring Gaits : And Jocus droll'd on Comus' Ways , And Tales without a Jest ; While Comus call'd his witty Plays But Waggeries at best . Such Talk soon set 'em all at odds ; And , had I Homer's Pen , I'd sing ye , how they drunk like Gods , And how they fought , like Men . To part the Fray , the Graces fly , Who make 'em soon agree ; Nay , had the Furies selves been nigh , They still were three to three . Bacchus appeas'd , rais'd Cupid up , And gave him back his Bow ; But kept some Darts to stir the Cup Where Sack and Sugar flow . Jocus took Comus' rosy Crown , And gayly wore the Prize , And thrice , in Mirth , he push'd him down , As thrice he strove to rise . Then Cupid sought the Myrtle Grove , Where Venus did recline , And Venus close embracing Love , They joyn'd to rail at Wine . And Comus loudly cursing Wit , Roll'd off to some Retreat , Where boon Companions gravely sit In fat unweildy State . Bacchus and Jocus , still behind , For one fresh Glass prepare ; They kiss , and are exceeding kind , And vow to be sincere . But part in Time , whoever hear This our instructive Song ; For tho' such Friendships may be dear , They can't continue long .