Ayres and dialogues For One, Two, and Three Voyces; To be Sung either to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol |
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The true Sack-drinker.
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The true Sack-drinker.
[I]
Come let us drink away the Time,A pox upon this peevish Rhime,
When Wine runs high wits in the prime;
Drink and true Drinkers are true joyes,
Odes, Sonnets, and such little Toyes,
Are Exercises fit for Boyes.
II
The whyning Lover that does placeHis wonder in a painted Face,
And wasts his Substance in the Chace,
Could not in melancholy pine,
Had he affections so Divine
As once to fall in Love with Wine.
III
Then to our Liquor let us sit,Wine makes the Soul for Action fit;
Who bares most Wine has then most wit:
The Gods themselves their Revels keep,
And in pure Nectar tipple deep
When sloathfull Mortals are asleep.
IV
They fudl'd once for Recreation,In Water which by all Relation,
Did cause Ducalions Innundation:
The spangled Globe, as it held most,
Their Bole was with Salt-water dost,
The Sun-burnt Center was the Tost.
V
In Wine Apollo allwayes choseHis darkest Oracles to disclose;
'Twas Wine gave him his Ruby-nose:
The gods then let us imitate,
Secure of Fortune and of Fate;
Wine Wit and Courage doth create.
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VI
Who dares not drink's a wretched Wight,Nor do I think that man dares fight
All day, that dares not drink all night;
Fill up the Goblet till it swim
With Foam that over looks the Brim;
He that drinks deepest, Here's to him.
VII
Sobrietie and Study breedsSuspition in our Thoughts and Deeds,
The Down-right Drunkard no man heeds:
Let me have Sack, Tobacco store,
A drunken Friend, a little Whore,
Provided, I will ask no more.
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