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2.
Come! a Health to a Mis'!
A brimmer it is;
To the first Letter this,
Then sillable all together!
Oh! a Name, of an Ell.
That's beyond our spell,
Would do, rarely well,
To multiply Cups on either:
We'le Drink, not fight,
For a Ladies right,
He's no Draught's man, that will wrong one,
And, hence, maintain,
By the Drink w'have ta'ne,
There's no good Name,
But a Long one.
Thus our mistrisses live,
And fates servive,
While others are perisht, and rotten,
We Saint, each Lass,
Canoniz'd, in a Glass,
And their beauties, are never forgotten.
A brimmer it is;
To the first Letter this,
Then sillable all together!
Oh! a Name, of an Ell.
That's beyond our spell,
Would do, rarely well,
To multiply Cups on either:
We'le Drink, not fight,
For a Ladies right,
He's no Draught's man, that will wrong one,
And, hence, maintain,
By the Drink w'have ta'ne,
There's no good Name,
But a Long one.
Thus our mistrisses live,
And fates servive,
While others are perisht, and rotten,
We Saint, each Lass,
Canoniz'd, in a Glass,
And their beauties, are never forgotten.
Cho.
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