Latine Songs With their English: and Poems. By Henry Bold ... Collected and perfected by Captain William Bold |
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SONG XLV. |
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SONG XLV.
I
Prethee Friend leave of thy thinking,Cast thy Cares of Love away;
Sorrows still are drown'd in Drinking,
Do not longer then delay;
Bacchus Sweares it is his will,
That we should be drinking still.
II
Do but View this Glass of Clarret,How invitingly it looks,
Drink it quickly, or you'l marr it,
Pox of Fighting, and of Books,
Fill us then good store of VVine,
And hang him up that doth repine.
III
Call the drawer bid him fill itFull, as ever it can hold,
Oh take heed you do not spill it,
'Tis more precious far then Gold,
Take it off, and then you'l prove,
That Drinkings better sport then Love.
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