109 WITH an honest old friend and a merry old song, And a flask of old port let me sit the night long, And laugh at the malice of those who repine That they must drink porter whilst I can drink wine. I envy no mortal tho' ever so great, Then dare to be generous, dauntless, and gay, Let us merrily pass life's remainder away; Upheld by our friends, we our foes may despise, For the more we are envied, the higher we rise. HENRY CAREY (d. 1743). 110 AN ASPIRATION OH! lead me to some peaceful room, There let me drown in wine my pain, 111 METHOUGHT I little Cupid saw, Astride a tun above; And Bacchus with a nymph below, Friend, said the laughing god, you see Not always beauty pleases me, Nor always Bacchus wine. But while we interchange our bliss, He with fresh joy flies back to this, 112 EPIGRAM ON PUNCH HENCE! restless cares and low design; A while with joy the scene is crown'd, Death puffs the lights and shuts the door. THOMAS BLACKLOCK, D.D. 113 You may talk of brisk claret, sing praises of sherry, Speak well of old hock, mum, cider, and perry; But you must drink punch if you mean to be merry. A bowl of this liquor the gods being all at, Thought good we should know it by way of new ballad, As fit for both ours and their Highnesses' palate. Then thanks to the gods, those tipplers above us, They've taught us to drink, and therefore they love us, And to drink very hard is all they crave of us. 114 RING, ring the bar-bell of the world, Haste, pierce the globe, its juices drain, Have you not heard the bottle cluck, When this world's out, more worlds we'll have: Who dare oppose the call? If we had twice ten thousand worlds, See, see our drawer, Atlas, comes, His cask upon his back; Haste! drink and swill, let's boose amain, Apollo cried, Let's drink amain, Lest Time should go astray, We'll make Time drunk, the rest replied, Brave Hercules, who took the hint, And made him gorge such potions down, Unthinking Time thus overcome, Now Time's no more, let's drink away; Like true-born Bacchanalian souls |