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Poem 14

 NOw al is done; bring home the bride againe,
bring home the triumph of our victory,
Bring home with you the glory of her gaine,
With ioyance bring her and with iollity.
Neuer had man more ioyfull day then this, Whom heauen would heape with blis.
Make feast therefore now all this liue long day, This day for euer to me holy is, Poure out the wine without restraint or stay, Poure not by cups, but by the belly full, Poure out to all that wull, And sprinkle all the postes and wals with wine, That they may sweat, and drunken be withall.
Crowne ye God Bacchus with a coronall, And Hymen also crowne with wreathes of vine, And let the Graces daunce vnto the rest; For they can doo it best: The whiles the maydens doe theyr carroll sing, To which the woods shal answer & theyr eccho ring.

Poem by Edmund Spenser
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