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Canst thou not trace a moral here, 
False flatterer of the prosperous hour ? 
Let but an adverse cloud appear, 
And thou art faithless as the flower i 
wren 
INTOXICATION. 
VINE. 
But oh! let vines luxuriant roll 
Their blushing tendrils round the bowl. 
ANAOREON. 
Tus grateful juice of the vine has been 
given to cheer the heart of man, and though, 
alas! it is too often used as the excitement 
to unseemly revelry, where men degrade them- 
selves to the condition of the brutes, over which 
they were created lords, we confess we like 
to see 
Depending vines the shelving caverns screen, 
With purple clusters blushing through the green. 
POPE. 
