On a Drunkard
Nor amaranthes, nor roses do bequeath
Unto this hearse, but tamarists and wine,
For that same thirst, though dead, yet doth him pine,
Which made him so carrouse while he drew breath.
Unto this hearse, but tamarists and wine,
For that same thirst, though dead, yet doth him pine,
Which made him so carrouse while he drew breath.
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