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The Real Drinker.
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The Real Drinker.
[I]
Disputes daily arise, and Errors grow bolder;Philosophers prattle, and so does the Sizer,
The more we should know then by being the older;
But plainly't appears ther's no body wiser:
Hee that spends what hee has, and wisely drinks all,
'Tis hee is the man Mathematicall.
II
The scepticall Brain, 'tis that most men like best,To appear subtile Wits, but live in suspence;
Thus all their lives long they are but in Quest,
And never arrive at true Science or Sense:
Since the Schools then dispute about Aristotle,
Let us now agree in our terms o're a Pottle.
III
Opinion it is that governs the World;Why should not mine, and the Clubbs be as free,
As he that a hundred into Prison hurl'd,
And with his Horse and his Mace confutes poor mee?
We have probable reasons our Tenets to back,
And what more pretend they that quarrell with Sack?
IV
Since we now for mirth (Lads) our fancy disposes,And ev'ry man thinks what he does is but reason;
Let's tipple a Glass round, till our Cheeks and our Noses
Are deeper dy'd than the Rose in 'its season:
What is demonstrative is approv'd by all,
Then drinking Healths too, is Mathematical.
V
To our Mistrisses then a full Glass be crown'd;He that will not pledge it, we'l count him a Sinner;
Then freely cast all your Hats on the ground,
'Tis but what was done at a thanksgiving-Dinner:
They too had reason, being inspir'd by Wine,
To believe what they did was partly Divine.
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