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BALLAD by MATTHEW CONCANEN

First Line: HOW VOID OF EASE
Last Line: "THAT'S MELTED IN OCTOBER."
Subject(s): DRINKS & DRINKING; WINE;
"How void of ease,
He spends his days
Who wastes his time in thinking.
How like a beast,
That ne'er can taste
The pleasures of good drinking.
May curses light upon the sot
That ever kennels sober,
Or rises e'er without a pot
Of lovely brown @3October.@1

Let others raise
Their voice, to praise
The Rhenish or the Sherry,
The sparkling white
Champagne so bright,
The Claret or Canary.
'Tis true, they'll thaw the freezing blood,
And hinder our being sober;
But what for that was e'er so good
As lovely brown @3October.@1

What knaves are they,
Who cross the sea,
To bring such stuffs among us?
How blind are we,
Who will not see
How grievously they wrong us.
They spoil the products of the land,
And of her coin disrobe her;
But yet their dregs can never stand
Against our brave @3October.@1

My jolly boys,
Let us rejoice,
And cast away our sorrow.
Let's never think
While thus we drink,
What may fall out to-morrow.
Let's waste our wealth, enjoy content,
And never more live sober:
By Jove, the coin is brightly spent
That's melted in @3October.@1"



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