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Great Barrett liv'd a Sage of vast Renown
His Shape was crooked & his Skin was brown,
His matted Hair hung horr'd o'er his head
And his vast Jaws a hideous Form display'd,
His Gorgon Eyes did all around affright.
Great Son of Chaos & eternal Night.
Long on his Shelf a shining Bottle stood,
While safe in Glass, y' blushing Liquor glows
Known by a differen Name here & above,
Here Brandy call'd, but Nectar nam'd by Jove.
Each blushing morn, when first he did arise,
Joy in his Lookes, but Pleasure in his Eyes,
He to his wonted Bottle wou'd repair,
For all his Joys & Pleasures center'd there,
One fatal Morning, when he came to view;
By Time subdu'd, (What will not Time subdue,