The works of Mr. Thomas Brown Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings |
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The same Ode imitated.
Natis in usum lætitiæ Scyphis, &c.
What Boys, are ye mad? is the Dutch Devil in ye?
Must your Quarrels as long as your Glasses continue?
Give it o'er, ye dull Sots! let the dull-pated Boors,
Snic or snee, at their Punch-Bowls, or slash for their Whores,
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No Red shall be seen here but your Port and good Claret,
What a P--- should we fight for? No Bayonets here
But the Sconces all round and the Bottles appear.
Look, the Wine blushes for us! while it gently disgraces
Our unnatural Freaks and our mortifi'd Faces.
Come let's do what we came for! let the Brimmers be crown'd,
And a Health to all quiet Good-fellows go round!
Must I take off my Glass too? then Jack prithee tell us
Thy new-Mistresses Name: What a Mischeif! art Jealous?
Must her Name be a Secret? Alons, then I've done,
Hang the greedy Curmudgeon that eats all alone,
Come discover, you Block-head! I'm sure I mistook ye,
Else in these Amours Jack was us'd to be lucky
Well, but whisper it then! I'll keep Counsel, ne'er fear it,
Is it she? the damn'd Jilt! Gad let no Body hear it;
Why, Faith Jack thou'rt undone then, 'twas some Witchcraft I'm sure
Could betray thee to th'Arms of a Pockified Whore,
Well, 'tis vain to repine Boy; let us drink away Sorrow,
Use thy freedom to Night Man, let the Punk reign to Morrow,
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