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A Song.
Come, let's to the Tavern be gone,
The day does begin to decline,
All the time we do lose
VVe basely abuse
The longing desire of VVine.
The day does begin to decline,
All the time we do lose
VVe basely abuse
The longing desire of VVine.
Boy, call up your Ladies of Pleasure,
No Stoick with us shall tarry,
VVe'll drink all the Night
And take our delight,
Let Sectary Dreamers marry.
No Stoick with us shall tarry,
VVe'll drink all the Night
And take our delight,
Let Sectary Dreamers marry.
Come, fill the Glass full to the Brim,
Though Jove our Pleasure opposes,
Our Pallates 'twill please
And expel all Disease,
And inflame our frollick Reposes.
Though Jove our Pleasure opposes,
Our Pallates 'twill please
And expel all Disease,
And inflame our frollick Reposes.
VVe laugh at the madness of those
VVho heap up a Mass of Treasure,
VVe hate a base Miser,
But we will be wiser,
And confound all our Riches in Pleasure.
VVho heap up a Mass of Treasure,
VVe hate a base Miser,
But we will be wiser,
And confound all our Riches in Pleasure.
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Thus, like Gods, we'll have pleasure in store,
And our Wine shall roar in like the Waves,
And in spight of pale Death,
That destroyer of Breath,
We'll keep Revellings yet in our Graves.
And our Wine shall roar in like the Waves,
And in spight of pale Death,
That destroyer of Breath,
We'll keep Revellings yet in our Graves.
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