BY Cupid and Bacchus I’m sadly perplex’d,
Both parties to hear I incline:
The urchin for ever comments on this text,
Beware of the juice of the vine.
Then Bacchus appears, with a cup in his hand,
Says, “Drink, and you’ll drown ev’ry care;
But mind, ere you taste, I’ll a promise demand,
That you fly from the lips of the fair.”
O, sad the dilemma! pray, what must I do?
With Bacchus I never can part:
Ah! dear little God, if neglected by you,
It will rend ev’ry string of my heart.
O why such a pother? I’ve found out a way,
I’ll bind myself fast by an oath,
While life warms my breast, each his pow’r shall display,
And I’ll henceforth be loyal to both.
(Janet Little)
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