Served ill or well of this doctrine
Bled grapes languishing into wine?
The heat-swollen of sealed flavours
Like these heart processes of ours?
What's not to gain of starved deploring
In taking up Hope's tutoring!
Can they foretaste of things, who fast
As we, with lips, of Love's repast!
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