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Bacchus, to give the toping world surprise, Produc'd one sober son, and here he lies. Tho' nurs'd among full hogsheads, he defy'd The charm of wine, and every vice beside. O reader, if to justice thou'rt inclined, Keep honest Preston daily in thy mind. He drew good wine, took care to fill his pots, Had sundry virtues that outweighed his fauts (_sic_). You that on Bacchus have the like dependence, Pray copy Bob in measure and attendance.