The SONG at p. 39. being thought too short, an
Addition was made to it while the Play was in Rehearsal,
and it is perform'd as follows:
1.
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne;
thine it is to cheer the soul,
made, by thy enlarging bowl,
free from wisdom's fond controul,
Bur. free from wisdom's fond controul.
2.
Monarch, come; and with thee bring
tipsy dance, and revelling:
in thy vats our cares be drown'd;
with thy grapes our hairs be crown'd;
cup us, 'till the world go round,
Bur. cup us, 'till the world go round.
