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Say, Bacchus, why so placid? What can there be
In commune held by Pallas and by thee?
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Say, Bacchus, why so placid? What can there be
In commune held by Pallas and by thee?
Her pleasure is in darts and battles; thine
In joyous feasts and draughts of rosy wine.

I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt read more

I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt if Nature could
So fair a creature make.

It's love, it's love that makes the world go round.

It's love, it's love that makes the world go round.

Either this or upon this. (Either bring this back or be brought
back upon it.)

Either this or upon this. (Either bring this back or be brought
back upon it.)

Oh, we are weary pilgrims; to this wilderness we bring
A Church without a bishop, a State without a read more

Oh, we are weary pilgrims; to this wilderness we bring
A Church without a bishop, a State without a King.