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Bacchus, That First From Out The Purple Grape Crush'd The Sweet Poison Of Misused Wine.
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Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape
Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Comus, Line 46
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