The Fourth Volume of the Writings Of the Author of the London-Spy Prose and Verse [by Edward Ward] |
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A Drinking Song.
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A Drinking Song.
Jolly Mortals fill your Glasses,
Noble Deeds arise from Wine,
Scorn the Nimph and all her Graces,
Who'd for Beauty sigh and pine.
Noble Deeds arise from Wine,
Scorn the Nimph and all her Graces,
Who'd for Beauty sigh and pine.
Look but in the Glass that's flowing,
And a thousand Charms you'll find,
More than Phillis has, tho giving
That same Minute to be kind.
And a thousand Charms you'll find,
More than Phillis has, tho giving
That same Minute to be kind.
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Had Eugene, as we'd have had him,
Drank, he would have won Toulon,
Want of Bumpers only made him
Lose his Honour and the Town.
Drank, he would have won Toulon,
Want of Bumpers only made him
Lose his Honour and the Town.
Alexander hated thinking,
Drank about at Councel Board,
And subdu'd the World by drinking,
More than by his conquering Sword.
Drank about at Councel Board,
And subdu'd the World by drinking,
More than by his conquering Sword.
Chorus.
Then fill aboutAnd when its out.
Our Measure let us double,
He's only blest
That drinks the best,
And gives himself least Trouble;
Each merry Cup,
Will lift us up
Abvoe the reach of Sorrow.
Then pull away,
Let's drink to day,
What e'er we do to to morrow.
FINIS.
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