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The works of Mr. Thomas Brown

Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings

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The Good Fellow.
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The Good Fellow.

I

While the pious grave Sot does amuse half the Nation
With impertinent Scruples, and Zeal out of Fashion;
While Harangues that at Church made us piously sleep,
'Mongst Priest-ridden Cullies, such a Pother do keep;
We'll with trusty Champain our Devotion refine,
And shew a good Conscience by drinking our Wine.

II

Let the motly dull Herd for Religion engage;
Let 'em urge the Dispute with vile Clamour and Rage;
Let your Authors keep on the dull Method of Writing,
And pursue the curs'd Toil they take so much Delight in.
We ne'er make Replies, but rest fully contented,
Tho' good Fellows and Drink, have been misrepresented.

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III

May their musty stiff Volumes to Grub-street adjourn,
Or rot in Duck-Lane, or in Coffee-house burn;
May they furnish no more empty Cits with Debate,
Or touch the Intrigues and Arcana's of Seate.
Wine does edify more, than dull Canting of Vicar;
'Tis our Freedom we owe to that orthodox Liquor.

IV

I ne'er pall my Fancy, or trouble my Brain
With the Chances and Fate that our Stars will ordain;
Let the Monarch of France keep his Subjects at Home,
And forbid the mad Zealots abroad for to roam,
So he lets his boon Claret but cross the kind Main,
We shall never be angry, we shall never complain.

V

Ne'er tell me of those, that with factious Notion
Infect the wild Rabble, and poison Devotion;
That Mortal is guilty of a far greater Sin,
That presumes, with vile Stum, to debauch honest Wine.
Such impious Wretches, may Poverty seize on,
'Tis against our Liege Bacchus the highest of Treason.