e lazy monk has left his cell, igion rings her hallow'd bell, he calls thee now by me;

k! her fweet voice all plaintive sounds, the receives a thousand wounds, ffhielded not by theese on dis ta ta

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OW thou regal purple ftream,
ted by the folar beam,
ay goblet, fparkling rife,

ar my heart, and glad my eyes;
brain, afcend on fancy's wing,
int me, wine, a jovial king.

le I live, I'll lave my clay en I'm dead, and gone away, my thirty fubjects fay

ionth he reign'd, but that was May. den

56 LCAN, contrive me such a cup "As Neftor us'd of old;

wall thy skill to trim it up, amafk it round with gold.

se it fo large, that, fill'd with fack

p to the twelling brim, toafts on the delicious lake, ike fhips at fea, may swim. rave no battle on his cheek. Vith war I've nought to do; none of thofe that took Macftricht, Tor Yarmouth leaguer knew.skego it no names of planets tell, trolere ir'd flars or conftellations ģime I am not Sir Sidropbel, pero gut m lor one of his relations be

carve thereon a spreading vine,

Then add two lovely boys;

eir limbs in am'rous folds entwine, of future joys.

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type

us and Bacchus my faints are, May drink and love ftill reign;

th wine I wash away my care, And then to love again.

By Chreef and St. Patrick going home last night,

About two in the morning, I was put in a fright ; Comes a dog in a doublet, stripp'd all to his thirt. And throws down poor Teague very clean in the dift Then firing his piftol direct on my faith, Stand still you damn ddog or you're dead on the plaifh De'l tauke him for me, for his favour and graith, For ne'er was dear joy in more forrowful caifh. les Confounded and fpeechlefs, bold as hero I cry'dy Your roguehip will one day at Tyburn be try'd, If Teague catch you again at fuch vile tricks as thefe, He will Twear, joy, upon you his Majefty's peafh: Thus threaten'd he fhivilly cry'd, my dear honey, I'll not hurt thee at all but prefent me thy money, My money, dear joy, 'tis Teague's foul-he's undone Well e'en take it all-for by Chreeft I have none. By Tome I am told, → 58

That I'm wrinkled and old,

But I will not believe what they fay,

I feel my blood mounting,

Like ftreams in a fountain,

That merrily fparkle and play.

For love I have will,

And ability ftilla

Odfbobs I can scarcely refrain,

My diamond, my pearl,

Well, be a good girl,

Until I come to you again.

By turns we drink, and dance, and fing, Fire's, for ever on the wing.." Why should niggard rules controul, Transports of the jovial foul; No dull tinting hour we own,^2 *Pleasure courts our time alone.

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If wine be a cordial, why does it torment,
If a poifon, oh tell me, whence comes my content?
Since I drink it with pleafure, why fhould I com-
Or repent ev'ry morn, when I know 'tis in vain plain
Yet fo charming the glafs is, fo deep is the quart,
That at once it both drowns and enlivens the heart.
I take it off briskly, and when it is down,
By my jolly complexion I make my joys known."
But oh how I'm bleft, when so strong it does prove
By its fovereign heat to expel that of love,"
When in quenching the old, I create a new flame,
And am wrapt in fuch pleasures as still want a name.

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JUPITER wenches and drinks,

He rules the roaft in the sky,

Yet he's a fool if he thinks

That he's as happy as I.
Juno rates him

And grates him,

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And leads his highness a weary life,
I have my lafs,'
And my glafs,

And troll a batchelor's merry life.
Let him flufter

A friend to mankind, all mankind was his friend,
And the peace of his mind was his ultimate endshim
He found fault with none, if none found fault with
If his friend had a humour-he humour'd his whimy
If wine was the word why, he bumper'd his glafs,
But ftil! turn'd his back on contention and ftrife,
If love was the topic-he toasted his lafs;
Refolving to live all the days of his life.
If councils difputed, if councils agreed,
He found fault with neither, for this was his creed,
That let them be guided by folly or fenfe
'Twould be femper eadem a hundred years hence,
He thought 'twas unsocial to be mal-content, (went
If the tide went with him- with the tide too he
But ftill turn'd his back on contention and ftrife,
Resolving to live all the days of his life.

Was the nation at war-he wifh'd well to the sword
If a peace was concluded a peace was his word;
Difquiet to him, or of body or mind,
Was the latitude only he never could find,
The philofopher's ftone was but gravel and pain,
And all who had fought it, had fought it in vain j
He ftill turn'd his back on contention and firife,
Refolving to live all the days of his life.

Then let us all follow Ariftippus's rules,
And deem his opponents both affes and mules;
Let thofe not contented to lead or to drive,
By the bees of their feet be drove out of their hire
Expell'd from the manfions of quiet and cafe,
May they never find out the blefs'd art to please;
And our friends & ourselves, not forgetting our wives
By these maxims may live all the days of our lives,
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IN Jacky Bull, when bound for France,
The gofling you discover;

But taught to ride, to fence, and prance,
A finish'd goofe comes over.

With his tierce and carte, fa, fa,
And his cotillon fo fmart, ha, ha,
He charms each female heart, oh! la !
As Jacky returns from Dover.

For cocks and dogs fee 'fquire at home,
The prince of country tonies,
Return'd from Paris, Spa, or Rome,
Our 'fquire a nice Adonis.

With his tierce and carte, fa! fa!
And his cotillon fo fmart, ha! ha!
He charms the female heart, oh la!
The pink of macaronies.

65 Greedy Midas I've been told, That what you touch turns all to gold, I had I but a pow'r like thine, 'd turn whate'er I touch to wine. lach purling ftream fhould feel my force, Each fish my fatal power mourn, And wond'ring at the mighty change, Should in their native regions burn. for fhould there any dare t'approach, Unto my mantling fparkling wine, ut fi ft fhould pay their rites to me, And ftile me only god of wine.

Determin'd to leap o'er the bar of controul,
No rivet fhall close up my freedom of foul;
If care, or ill nature fhall come in my reach,
And, foaming with rage, like a methodist preach;
While I know that my bofom is free from a flaw,
I'll trip up their heels, and cry ha-ha-ha-ha.

To be happy, I'll laugh as the minutes advance,
Mirth! play thou the fiddle, I warrant I'll dance;
But fweeter the mufic will float in the air,
If Lucy, my good-temper'd Lucy, be there;
She, knowing my bofom quite free from a flaw,
Will join the fweet tune of loves's ha ha-ha-ha.
I'll laugh through the world, in defiance of ftrife,
For laughter's an oil to the fallad of life;
I'll make daddy Time, as he paffes in hafte,
Look over his fhoulder, and long for a tafte;
Then, friends while your bofoms are free from a flaw
Swell round the gay chorus of ha ha-ha ha,

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YE mortals, whom fancies and troubles perplex,
Whom folly mifguides, and infirmities vex;
Whofe lives hardly know what it is to be bleft,
Who rife without joy, and lie down without reft:
Obey the glad fummons, to Lethe repair,
Drink deep of the ftream, and forget all your care,
Drink deep of the ftream, and forget all your care.
Old maids fhall forget what they wish for in vain,
And young ones the rover they cannot regain;
The rake thall forget how last night he was cloy'd,
And Chloe again be with paffion enjoy'd;

Obey then the fummons, to Lethe repair
And drink an oblivion to trouble and care;
And drink an oblivion, &c.

The wife at one draught may forget all her wants,
Or drench her fond fool to forget her gallants;
The troubled in mind fhall go chearful away,
And yesterday's wretch be quite happy to day :
Obey then the fummons, to Lethe repair,
Drink deep of the ftream, and forget all your care;
Drink deep of the team, c.

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How little do the landsmen know,

Of what we failors feel,

When waves do mount and winds do blow!
But we have hearts of fteel:
No danger can affright us,
No enemy fhall flout:

We'll make the monfieurs right us,
So tofs the can about.
Stick clofe to orders, meffimates,
We'll plunder, burn, and fink,
Then, France, have at your first-rates,
For Britons never fhrink:
We'll rummage all we fancy,

We'll bring them in by fcores,
And Moll, and Kate, and Nancy,
Shall roll in louis-d'ors..

While here at Deal we're lying,

With our noble commodore,
We'll spend our wages freely, boys,
And then to fea for more:
In peace we'll drink and fing, boys,
In war we'll never fly,

Here's a health to George our king, boys,
And the royal family.

For the man of all men was a Warwickshire man,
Old Ben, Thomas Otway, John Dryden,
And half a score more we take pride in ;
Of famous Will Congreve we boaft too the skill.
But the Will of all Wills was a Warwickshire Will;
Warwickshire Will,
Matchlefs ftill,

But the Will of all Wills was a Warwickshire Will,
As ven'fon is very inviting,

To fteal it our bard took delight in;

To make his friends merry he never was lag, For the wag of all wags was a Warwickshire wag} Warwickshire wag,

Ever brag,

For the wag of all wags was a Warwickshire wag.
There never was fure fuch a creature,

Of all the was worth he robb'd nature;
He took all her smiles, and he took all her grief,
For the thief of all thieves was a Warwickshire thief;
Warwickshire thief,

He's the chief,

For the thief of all thieves was a Warwickshire thief.