God Lyaeus, Ever Young
John Fletcher
God Lyæus, ever young,
Ever honored, ever sung,
Stained with blood of lusty grapes,
In a thousand lusty shapes,
Dance upon the mazer’s brim,
In the crimson liquor swim;
From thy plenteous hand divine,
Let a river run with wine:
Good of youth, let this day here
Enter neither care nor fear.
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