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LET US HAVE PEACE

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In maudlin spite let Thracians fight

Above their bowls of liquor;

But such as we, when on a spree,

Should never brawl and bicker!


These angry words and clashing swords

Are quite de trop, I'm thinking;

Brace up, my boys, and hush your noise,

And drown your wrath in drinking.


Aha, 't is fine,—this mellow wine

With which our host would dope us!

Now let us hear what pretty dear

Entangles him of Opus.


I see you blush,—nay, comrades, hush!

Come, friend, though they despise you,

Tell me the name of that fair dame,—

Perchance I may advise you.


O wretched youth! and is it truth

You love that fickle lady?

I, doting dunce, courted her once;

Since when, she's reckoned shady!


Echoes from the Sabine Farm

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