Hence with your trifling Deity; a greater we adore; Bacchus, who always from that blind Childish Pow'r keeps us free. Love makes you languish and look pale, and sneak and Sigh and whine, but over us no griefs prevail, while we have lusty Wine.
Hence with your trifling Deity; a greater we adore; Bacchus, who always from that blind Childish Pow'r keeps us free. Love makes you languish and look pale, and sneak and Sigh and whine, but over us no griefs prevail, while we have lusty Wine.