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ODE XXVII. THE BUMPER TOAST.
Natis in usum lætitiæ scyphis.
Away with dull politics! prythee let's talk
Of something to set all the club in a titter;
The aim of convivial meetings we baulk,
When thus we our sweetest enjoyments embitter.
Of something to set all the club in a titter;
The aim of convivial meetings we baulk,
When thus we our sweetest enjoyments embitter.
Fill, fill up a bumper, be merry and wise,
And check these dissentions before they too far get;
Say, Colonel, what pretty girl's arrowy eyes
Have chosen your heart for their amorous target.
And check these dissentions before they too far get;
Say, Colonel, what pretty girl's arrowy eyes
Have chosen your heart for their amorous target.
Refuse! then the bottle no farther shall pass:
Nay, hang it, this chilling reserve is a folly;
I'm sure it's no cherry cheek'd nursery lass,
No three per cent. dowdy, no demirep Dolly.
Nay, hang it, this chilling reserve is a folly;
I'm sure it's no cherry cheek'd nursery lass,
No three per cent. dowdy, no demirep Dolly.
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Come, whisper; my ear is as safe as the Bank,
Where all that goes in is for ever impounded.
What, Lucy! adzooks! then your prize is a blank
With imps in blue jackets for life you're surrounded.
Where all that goes in is for ever impounded.
What, Lucy! adzooks! then your prize is a blank
With imps in blue jackets for life you're surrounded.
Mrs. Clarke's costly freaks she will presently beat,
And if you don't quit the extravagant wench,
You'll soon quit the Army to starve in the Fleet,
Or change your own seat for his Majesty's Bench.
And if you don't quit the extravagant wench,
You'll soon quit the Army to starve in the Fleet,
Or change your own seat for his Majesty's Bench.
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