The Wiccamical Chaplet a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford |
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A BALLAD OF SIMILIES. |
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A BALLAD OF SIMILIES.
If Life, like a Bubble, evaporates fast,
You must take off your wine, if you wish it to last;
For a Bubble may soon be destroy'd with a puff,
If it is not kept floating in liquor enough.
You must take off your wine, if you wish it to last;
For a Bubble may soon be destroy'd with a puff,
If it is not kept floating in liquor enough.
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If Life's like a Flow'r, as grave moralists say,
'Tis a very good thing, understood the right way,
For, if Life is a Flow'r, ev'ry blockhead can tell,
If you'd have it look fresh, you must water it well.
'Tis a very good thing, understood the right way,
For, if Life is a Flow'r, ev'ry blockhead can tell,
If you'd have it look fresh, you must water it well.
That Life is a Journey no mortal disputes,
Then we'll liquor our brains, boys, instead of our boots,
And each toper shall own, on Life's road as he reels,
That a spur in the head is worth two on the heels.
Then we'll liquor our brains, boys, instead of our boots,
And each toper shall own, on Life's road as he reels,
That a spur in the head is worth two on the heels.
If Life's like a Lamp, then, to make it shine brighter,
We'll assign to Madeira the post of Lamp-lighter,
We'll cherish the flame with Oporto so stout,
And drink Brandy-punch till we're fairly burnt out.
We'll assign to Madeira the post of Lamp-lighter,
We'll cherish the flame with Oporto so stout,
And drink Brandy-punch till we're fairly burnt out.
The World to a Theatre liken'd has been,
Where each one around bears his part in the scene;
If 'tis ours to be tipsey, 'tis matter of fact
That the more you all drink, boys, the better you'll act.
Where each one around bears his part in the scene;
If 'tis ours to be tipsey, 'tis matter of fact
That the more you all drink, boys, the better you'll act.
Life sleets like a Dream, like a vision appears,
Some laugh in their slumbers and others shed tears;
But of us, when we wake from our Dream, 'twill be said,
That the tears of the Tankard were all that we shed.
Some laugh in their slumbers and others shed tears;
But of us, when we wake from our Dream, 'twill be said,
That the tears of the Tankard were all that we shed.
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