A Drinking Song
The pleasures of Love and the joys of good Wine,
To perfect our happiness, wisely we join!
We, to Beauty, all day.
Give the sovereign sway;
And her favourite Nymphs devoutly obey!
At the Plays, we are constantly making our Court;
And when they are ended, we follow the sport
To the Mall, and the Park;
Where we love till 'tis dark!
Then, sparkling Champagne
Puts an end to their reign.
It quickly recovers
Poor languishing Lovers!
Makes us frolic and gay; and drowns all our sorrow!
But, alas! we relapse again on the morrow!
Let every man stand
With his Glass in his hand;
And briskly discharge, at the word of command!
Here 's a Health to all those,
Whom, to-night, we depose!
Wine and Beauty, by turns, great souls should inspire!
Present all together! and now, boys, give fire!