Pho! Pox o' this nonsense, I prithee give o'er, And talk of your Phillis and Chloe no more; Their face, and their air, and their mien, what a rout! THere's to thee, my lad, push the bottle about! THere's to thee, my lad, push the bottle about! Let finikin fops play the fool and the ape; They dare not confide in the juice of the grape, But we honest fellows, 'sdeath, who'd ever think Of puling for love, while he's able to drink, Of puling for love, while he's able to drink! 'Tis wine, only wine, that true pleasure bestows, Our joys it increases and lightens our woes; Remember what topers of old used to sing, @3The man that is drunk is as great as a king,— The man that is drunk is as great as a king@1! If Cupid assaults you, there's law for his tricks, Anacreon's cases, see page twenty-six; The precedent's glorious, and just by my soul, Lay hold on, and drown the young dog in a bowl— Lay hold on, and drown the young dog in a bowl! What's life but a frolic, a song, and a laugh? My toast shall be this while I've liquor to quaff: May mirth and good fellowship always abound!— Boys, fill up a Bumper and let it go round, Boys, fill up a Bumper and let it go round! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN A BURIAL-GROUND .. SOCIETY OF FRIENDS by BERNARD BARTON GRIEF WAS SENT THEE FOR THY GOOD by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY CLEVEDON VERSES: 7. NORTON WOOD (DORA'S BIRTHDAY) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN EPITAPH ON ONE DROWNED IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) A CHILD'S GRACE AT FLORENCE; A.A.E.C. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |