who can difcover aught wanting but this, England to rival e'en heav'n in blifs? eir women as beauteous we often behold, f form'd with our clay in your mistress's mould; ile their men fo much valour difplay in the field, at they make like yourself ev'ry enemy yield [fhow In what room for regret, tho' no grapes they can e they always beat thofe in whofe kingdoms they 2 U bid me my jovial companions forfake, joys of a rural recefs to partake; [grow. you, my good friend, I'll retreat to the vine, elter be yours-but its nectar be mine; each 'twill a feparate pleasure produce, cool in its fhade, whilft I glow with its juice; own no delight with his rapture can vie, always is drinking, yet always is dry. lover may talk of his flames and his darts, udgment of eyes, and his conqueft of hearts, fmile with the wanton, and fport with the gay, y where he can, and defert where he may : he warmest adherents of love muft deplore, its favours when tafted, are favours no more; how can fuch joys with his extacy vie, always is drinking, yet always is dry? ition, they tell me, has charms for us all, vell I'm convinc'd they're charms that must pall pageant of fplendor may lure for a while, oon we grow fick of its weight and its toil; an it with us be compar'd, my brave boy, fe appetites ftrengthen the more we enjoy; deign, ye kind pow'rs! with this wish to com I always be drinking, yet always be dry! [ply In extacy I figh and fay, And merry fong and tale go round; Good humour free; Thus let me laugh my life away: Thefe potent pleasures let me quaffi; Where all is pleasure, nothing wanting, Thus let me fing my life away. 4 SONS of Ocean, fam'd in story, Wont to wear the laurel'd brow; Liften to your rifing glory, Growing honouas wait you now j Think not fervile adulation Meanly marks my grateful fong, All the praises of the nation Giv'n to you, to you belong; And rival kingdoms send from far Their plaudits to the British Tar. 'Tis not now your valiant daringCourage you've for ages fhewn; 'Tis not now your mild forbearing,Pity ever was your own; 'Tis your Prince, fo lov'd, so pleasing, Spreads your fame thro' diftant lands, And the Trident nobly feizing, Grafps it in his youthful hands; When When the times were big with danger, See your Royal shipmate go, Brave the fury of the foe : Greet him with a failor's arts; 5 WHILE the lads in the village fhall merrily, ah! Sound the tabor, I'll hand thee along, And I fay unto thee, that verily, ah! Thou and I will be firft in the throng. Juft then, when his youth who last year won the With his mate fhall the fport have begun, [dow'r When the gay voice of gladnefs is heard from each And though long'ft in thine heart to make one. [bow's Thofe joys that are harmless what mortal can blame, "Tis my maxim that youth fhould be free, And to prove that my words and my deeds are the Believe thou shalt presently fee, While the lads, &c. 6 OH! the days when I was young! When I laugh'd in fortune's fpite, Talk'd of love the whole day long, And with nectar crown'd the night. Then it was, old father Care, Little reck'd I of thy frown; Truth, they fay, lies in a well, There it always lay for me: But ftill honeft truth I found, In the bottom of each flafk! [fame True at length my vigour's flown, I have years to bring decay; Few the locks that now I own, And the few I have are grey! Yet, old Jerome, thou may'ft boast, While thy fpirits do not tire, Still beneath thy age's froft Glows a fpark of youthful fire. Oh! the days, &c. 7 COME now all ye focial powers, Shed your influence o'er us, Crown with joy the prefent hours, Enliven thofe before us. Bring the flask, the mufic bring, Joy fhall quickly find us, Drink and dance and laugh and fing, And caft dull care behind us. Friendship, with thy pow'r divine, Brighten all our features, What but friendship, love, and wine, Can make us happy creatures. Bring the flafk, &c. Love, thy Godhead I adore, Source of gen'rous paffion, Why the plague fhould we be fad, Bring the flask, &c. Then fince Time will steal away, Heighten ev'ry joy to-day, Bring the flask, &c. 'Gainft fixty-two, To an old man's heart. But I'll be merry, Hey down derry; Dull for ow I'll drown, Derry down, down, Or laugh at them all, Tol de rol lol. 13 WHILE I'm at the tavern quaffing, Yet I fternly answer'd, no! That the joys, which flow from drinking, Since I can no longer ftav; Love, more learn'd than Ariftotle, HERO I warrant fhe'll prove an excufe for the glass. Here's to the maid with a bofom of fnow, Let her be clumfy, or let her be flim, Young, or antient, I care not a feather; So fill the pint bumper quite up to the brim, And e'en let us toaft them together. Let the toaft pafs, Drink to the lafs, 17 BID me, when forty winters more Have furrow'd deep my pallid brow; When from my head, a fcanty ftore, Lankly the wither'd treffes flow: When the warm tide, that bold and ftrong Now rolls impetuous on, and free, Languid and flow scarce creeps along, Then bid me court sobriety. Nature, who form'd the varied fcene. Of rage and calm, of froft and fire, Unerring guide, could only mean That age fhould reafon-youth defire Shall then that rebel, man, prefume (Inverting nature's law) to feize The dues of age in youth's bright bloom, And join impoffibilities? No!let me waste the frolic May, In wanton joys, and wild excefs; In revel fport, and laughter gay, And mirth, and jovial chearfulness. And wine, the aid of love, be near; BA Swiftly make the jack go round, And a fallad crisp and green: 22 GOD fave great George, our king! O Lord, our God, arife, And make them fall; God fave us all. The choiceft gifts in ftore, Long may he reign; |