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!