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Upon Cupid.
By Robert Herrick
As lately I a garland bound,
'Mongst roses I there Cupid found;
I took him, put him in my cup,
And drunk with wine, I drank him up.
Hence then it is that my poor breast
Could never since find any rest.
Extra Info:
Upon Cupid. Taken from Anacreon, 5.
{Stephos plekôn poth' heuron
en tois rhodois Erôta;
kai tôn pterôn kataschôn
ebaptis' eis ton oinon;
labôn d' epinon auton,
kai nyn esô melôn mou
pteroisi gargalizei.}
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