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A Bacchanall.
Bacchus
, I-acchus, fill our Brains
as well as Bowls with sprightly strains:
as well as Bowls with sprightly strains:
Let Souldiers fight for pay or praise,
and mony be the Misers wish,
poor Schollers study all their dayes,
and Gluttons glory in their dish:
'Tis wine, pure wine revives sad souls,
Therefore give us the cheer in Bowls.
and mony be the Misers wish,
poor Schollers study all their dayes,
and Gluttons glory in their dish:
'Tis wine, pure wine revives sad souls,
Therefore give us the cheer in Bowls.
Bacchus, I-acchus, &c.
Let Minions Marshall ev'ry hair,
Or in a Lovers lock delight,
And Artificiall colours wear,
We have the Native Red and White:
'Tis Wine, pure Wine, &c.
Or in a Lovers lock delight,
And Artificiall colours wear,
We have the Native Red and White:
'Tis Wine, pure Wine, &c.
Bacchus, I-acchus, &c.
Take Phesant Poults, and calved Sammon,
Or how to please your pallats think,
Give us a salt West-phalia Gammon,
Not meat to eat, but meat to drink:
'Tis Wine, pure Wine, &c.
Or how to please your pallats think,
Give us a salt West-phalia Gammon,
Not meat to eat, but meat to drink:
'Tis Wine, pure Wine, &c.
Bacchus, I-acchus, &c.
Bacchus, I-acchus, &c.
Some have the Ptisick, some the Rhume,
Some have Palsie, some the Gout,
Some swell with fat, and some consume,
But they are sound that drink all out:
'Tis Wine, pure Wine, &c.
Some have Palsie, some the Gout,
Some swell with fat, and some consume,
But they are sound that drink all out:
'Tis Wine, pure Wine, &c.
Bacchus, I-acchus, &c.
The backward spirit it makes brave,
That forward which before was dull;
Those grow good fellows that were grave,
And kindness flows from cups brim full:
'Tis Wine, pure Wine, &c.
That forward which before was dull;
Those grow good fellows that were grave,
And kindness flows from cups brim full:
'Tis Wine, pure Wine, &c.
Bacchus, I-acchus, &c.
Some men want Youth, and some want health
Some want a Wife, and some a Punke,
Some men want wit, and some want wealth,
But they want nothing that are drunke:
'Tis Wine, pure Wine, &c.
Some want a Wife, and some a Punke,
Some men want wit, and some want wealth,
But they want nothing that are drunke:
'Tis Wine, pure Wine, &c.
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