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To Bacchus: A Canticle
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Whither dost thou hurry me,
Bacchus, being full of thee?
This way, that way, that way, this,–
Here and there a fresh Love is;
That doth like me, this doth please;
–Thus a thousand mistresses
I have now: yet I alone,
Having all, enjoy not one!