Overture
Who will away to Athens with me? who Loves choral songs and maidens crownd with flowers, Unenvious? mount the pinnace; hoist the sail. I promise ye, as many as are here, Ye shall not, while ye tarry with me, taste From unrinsd barrel the diluted wine Of a low vineyard or a plant ill prund, But such as anciently the Aegean isles Pourd in libation at their solemn feasts: And the same goblets shall ye grasp, embossd With no vile figures of loose languid boors, But such as gods have livd with and have led.
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