A Tavern Feast

Gay Bacchus liking B---s wine A noble meal bespoke & for ye guests that were to dine Brought Comus Love & Joke The God near Cupid drew his chair & Joke by Comus plact Thus wine makes Love forget his care & Mirth exalts a feast To make it more deserve ye God Each sweet engaging Grace Put on some cloaths to come abroad & took a waiters place Then Cupid namd for ev'ry glass A Lady of ye sky & Bacchus swore he'd drink ye ye Lass & had it bumper high Fat Comus tossd his brimmers o're & allways gott ye most For Joke took care to fill him more When ere he missd ye toast They calld & drunk at evry touch & calld & drunk again & if ye Gods can take too much Tis said they did so then Free Jests ran all the table round & with ye wine conspire While they by sly reflections wound To Set their heads afire Plump Bacchus little Cupid stung By reckning his deceits & Cupid mockd his stammring tongue & all his stagg'ring gates Joke drolld on Comus Greedy ways & tales without a Jest & Comus calld his witty plays But waggerys at best such talking sett them all at odds & had I Homers pen Ide sing you how they drunk like Gods & how they fought like men To part ye fray the Graces fly Who make them soon agree & had ye furys selves been nigh They still were three to three Bacchus appeasd letts Cupid up & gave him back his bow But kept some darts to stirr ye Cup Where Sack & Sugar flow Joke taking Comus rosy crown In triumph wore ye prize & thrice in mirth he pushd him down As thrice he strove to rise Then Cupid sought ye mirtle grove Where Venus did recline & Beauty close embracing Love They Joyn to rail at Wine & Comus loudly cursing witt Rolld off to some retreat Where boon companions gravely sitt In dull unwieldy state Bacchus & Joke who stay behind For one fresh glass prepare & kiss & are exceeding kind & vow to be sincere But part in time whoever here Are couchd within my song For tho the friendship may be dear It cant continue long.