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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

I

Since Wine, Love, Musick, present are,
Let's banish ev'ry Doubt and Care;
This Night is ours, and we'll enjoy,
To Morrow shall not Now destroy.

II

Let us indulge the Joys we know
Of Musick, Wine and Love;
We're sure of what we find below,
Uncertain what's above.