Knead but the dough, and it will be
To paste of almonds turn’d by thee;
Or kiss it thou but once or twice,
And for the bride-cake there’ll be spice.
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Chorus.
Than a Carol, for to singThe Birth of this our heavenly King?Awake the Voice! Awake the String!Heart, Ear, and Eye, and every thingAwake! the while the active FingerRuns division with the Singer.From the Flourish they came to the Song.Voice 1:Dark and dull night, fly hence away,And give the honor to this Day,That sees December turn’d…
Come pity us, all ye who see
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Here we securely live, and eat
And keep eternal fires,By which we sit, and do divine,As wineAnd rage inspires.If full, we charm; then call uponAnacreonTo grace the frantic Thyrse:And having drunk, we raise a shoutThroughout,To praise his verse.Then cause we Horace to be read,Which sung or said,A goblet, to the brim,Of lyric wine, both swell’d and crown’d,AroundWe quaff to him.Thus, thus…