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SERIOSITY.
White Winter has left us, with all its chill train,
And fruitful Spring puts forth it buds o'er the plain:
The birds their glad welcome by warblings express,
All Nature seems pleas'd at the change of her dress.
And fruitful Spring puts forth it buds o'er the plain:
The birds their glad welcome by warblings express,
All Nature seems pleas'd at the change of her dress.
Let us take example, and merrily sing,
Each moment at midnight to us is new Spring;
Our green cover'd table, a garden for souls,
Our nosegays are bumpers we gather from bowls.
Each moment at midnight to us is new Spring;
Our green cover'd table, a garden for souls,
Our nosegays are bumpers we gather from bowls.
With daisies, with king-cups, the meadows are crown'd,
But blossoms from Bacchus our verdure surround;
Tis Life—and such Life too, which only Bucks know,
As for Death we can talk about him when we go.
But blossoms from Bacchus our verdure surround;
Tis Life—and such Life too, which only Bucks know,
As for Death we can talk about him when we go.
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When confin'd, no matter to us all the fun,
The smart things we've said, or the droll things we've done;
Future Fame's all a joke—I'm for Life's present treat,
What's to come may be queer, for To-morrow's a cheat.
The smart things we've said, or the droll things we've done;
Future Fame's all a joke—I'm for Life's present treat,
What's to come may be queer, for To-morrow's a cheat.
'Tis certain that, one by one, all must resign
The post of true pleasure, Health, Women, and Wine.
Think, ladies, what Life is, and living improve,
To bilk the base worms, bestow Beauty on Love.
The post of true pleasure, Health, Women, and Wine.
Think, ladies, what Life is, and living improve,
To bilk the base worms, bestow Beauty on Love.
As we ought, we reflect on Life's pleasure and pain,
We have liv'd, drank, and lov'd, we'll repeat them again.
While Desires depend on Ability's aid—
But Faculty's failing,—here, Sexton, your spade.
We have liv'd, drank, and lov'd, we'll repeat them again.
While Desires depend on Ability's aid—
But Faculty's failing,—here, Sexton, your spade.
I have acted from Instinct, I've liv'd upon Whim,
As to Prudence—I can't say I e'er drank with him;
With the Sun tho' I've drove round the bottle in tune,
And have labour'd all night with Queen Midwife the Moon.
As to Prudence—I can't say I e'er drank with him;
With the Sun tho' I've drove round the bottle in tune,
And have labour'd all night with Queen Midwife the Moon.
As to sins,—why, repentance will shorten our score,
The lowest have hopes, and the highest no more;
We speak as we feel, and we act as we think,
And to men of such methods a bumper we'll drink.
The lowest have hopes, and the highest no more;
We speak as we feel, and we act as we think,
And to men of such methods a bumper we'll drink.
Here's to those who, like us, affectations defy,
Not spendthrifts of life, nor like misers would die:
When call'd on to pay, calmly cast up expence,
And drink their last toast—A good journey from hence.
Not spendthrifts of life, nor like misers would die:
When call'd on to pay, calmly cast up expence,
And drink their last toast—A good journey from hence.
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