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EXTRAVAGANZA.
Not one of the wise men, tho' ever so knowing,
Can stop the heart's dancing, when fancy is flowing,
Dame Caution may dodge us, but quickly we'll breathe her,
And high over earth, boys, break cover in Ether.
Toll, loll.
Can stop the heart's dancing, when fancy is flowing,
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And high over earth, boys, break cover in Ether.
Toll, loll.
How then shall we laugh at each sublunar system,
And prove to star-peepers how much they have mist 'em;
We'll hob-nob with Saturn, his cellar will charm us,
And hand in hand run round his girdle to warm us.
And prove to star-peepers how much they have mist 'em;
We'll hob-nob with Saturn, his cellar will charm us,
And hand in hand run round his girdle to warm us.
In tangents fly off, and to Jupiter hurry,
Ask Majesty's leave with his moons to be merry;
On Captain Mars call, from the Spheres get a tune,
Send the North Star a card, by the Man in the Moon.
Ask Majesty's leave with his moons to be merry;
On Captain Mars call, from the Spheres get a tune,
Send the North Star a card, by the Man in the Moon.
On Mercury mount, make a Comet postilion,
With Demirep Venus then dance a cotillion;
Her Hesper and Vesper, you know their vocation,
They rise and set just like the state of the nation.
With Demirep Venus then dance a cotillion;
Her Hesper and Vesper, you know their vocation,
They rise and set just like the state of the nation.
But now to talk more like a two-legg'd terrestrial,
Awhile we'll leave fancying this gallop celestial:
Suppose some dear girl her appointment was keeping,
And pat pat up stairs, you first heard her feet tripping.
Awhile we'll leave fancying this gallop celestial:
Suppose some dear girl her appointment was keeping,
And pat pat up stairs, you first heard her feet tripping.
Or when down the dark walk the silk gown comes rustling,
How each sense is hurry'd, from head to heel bustling;
Unbounded as mad expectation can fancy,
'Tis pleasure's sharp fury, Love's Extravaganzy.
How each sense is hurry'd, from head to heel bustling;
Unbounded as mad expectation can fancy,
'Tis pleasure's sharp fury, Love's Extravaganzy.
We fill up our time by full filling our glasses,
And jollity laughing with love-looking lasses;
Our bumpers discharging, then charge to our wishes,
Present and give fire in vollies of kisses.
And jollity laughing with love-looking lasses;
Our bumpers discharging, then charge to our wishes,
Present and give fire in vollies of kisses.
But we'll have no more now of Roundelays rattling,
Of chiming and rhyming, of tittling and tattling.
This singing or saying may please, I don't doubt it;
But here's to that mouth who makes no words about it.
Of chiming and rhyming, of tittling and tattling.
This singing or saying may please, I don't doubt it;
But here's to that mouth who makes no words about it.
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