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Calls his mirth void of fancy, his joy insincereWho can recognise Oldham and Rochester here? Or, to leave those choice wits and choice fellows
Who willown this the picture of Morris and Moore?
Wine mitigates sorrow, wine stimulates joy! Its virtues ne'er fail, its delights never cloyIt gives strength to the weak, gentle thoughts to
the strong, Renovation to hope, inspiration to song : Age gathers fresh verdure from wonderful wine, And the best bloom of youth, radiant liquor, is
thine ! Thou easest the captive, thou lull’st to repose The sad eye that too long has forgotten to close ; All, all canst thou conquer--ah! wouldst thou
Victorious for me over absence and love.
My stomach is not good;
With him that wears a hood.
I am nothing a cold,
Of jolly good ale and old.
Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
I have no roast but a nut-brown toast,
And a crab laid in the fire ;
Much bread I not desire.
Can hurt me if I wold,
Of jolly good ale and old.
And Tib, my wife, that as her life
Loveth well good ale to seek, Full oft drinks she till ye may see
The tears run down her cheek :
Even as a maltworm should,
Of this jolly good ale and old.'
Now let them drink till they nod and wink,
Even as good fellows should do ; They shall not miss to have the bliss
Good ale doth bring men to ; And all poor souls that have scour'd bowls,
Or have them lustily trould, God save the lives of them and their wives,
Whether they be young or old.
FREELY IMITATED FROM THE LATIN OF WALTER
I'LL in a tavern end my days mid boon companions merry,
[sherry, Place at my lips a lusty flask replete with sparkling That angels hovering round may cry, when I lie
dead as door nail, Rise, genial deacon, rise and drink of the well
of Life Eternal.'
'Tis wine the fading lamp of life renews with fire celestial,
[terrestrial ; And elevates the raptured sense above this globe Be mine the grape's pure juice unmix'd with any base ingredient,
[no need on't. Water to heretics I leave, sound churchmen have Various implements belong to every occupation; Give me a haunch of venison-and a fig for inspiration!
[indite 'em, Verses and odes without good cheer I never could Sure he who meager days devised is d-d ad in
When I exhaust the bowl profound and generous liquor swallow,
[bers follow; Bright as the beverage I imbibe the generous numYour sneaking water drinkers all, I utterly condemn 'em;
[Agamemnon. He that would write like Homer must drink like
Mysteries and prophetic truths, I never could unfold 'em
[ham; Without a flagon of good wine and a slice of cold But when I've drain'd my liquor out, and eat
what's in the dish up, Though I am but an archdeacon, I can preach like an archbishop.
Come, whelm in dearer joys the soul
A BALLAD OF SIMILES.
If life, like a bubble, evaporates fast,