CXXXV
THE TOPER
A Song
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.
I
Let's Tope and be Merry,
Be Jolly and Cheary;
Since here is good Wine, good Wine.
Let's laugh at the Fools,
Who live by dull Rules,
And at us Good-Fellows repine.
II
Here, here, are Delights,
To amuse the dull Nights,
And equal a Man with a God;
To enliven the Clay,
Drive all Care away,
Without it a Man's but a Clod.
III
Then let us be willing
To spend t'other Shilling,
For Money we know is but Dirt;
It suits no Design,
Like paying for Wine,
T'other Bottle will do us no hurt.
