SONG XXIV.

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VERY man take a glass in his hand,

And drink a good health to the king;
Many years may he rule o'er this land;

May bis laurels for ever fresh spring:
Let wrangling and jangling straightway cease,
Let ev'ry man strive for his countrys peace ;

Neither tory nor whig

With their parties look big : Here's a health to all honest men.

'Tis not owning a whimsical name

That proves a man loyal and just ; Let him fight for his countrys fame,

Be impartial at home if in trust; 'Tis this that proves him an honest soul, His health we'll drink in a brimful bowl ;

Then let's leave off debate,

No confusion create ;
Here's a health to all honeft men.

When a company's honestly met,

With intent to be merry and gay,
Their drooping spirits to whet,

And drown the fatigues of the day ;
What madness is it thus to dispute,
When neither side can his man confute ?

When you've said what you dare,

You're but just where you were, Here's a health to all honest men.

Then agree, ye true Britons, agree,

And ne'er quarrel about a nick-name;
Let your enemies trembling see,

That an Englishman's always the fame;
For our king, our church, our law, and right,
Let's lay by all feads, and straight unite,

Then who need care a fig,

Who's a tory or whig :
Here's a health to all honeft men.

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SONG XXVI.

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AD Neptune, when first he took charge of the sea,

Been as wise, or at least been as merry as we, He'd have thought better on't, and, instead of his brine, Would have fill'd the vast ocean with generous wine.

What trafficking then would have been on the main
For the sake of good liquor, as well as for gain!
No fear then of tempeft, or danger of finking;
The fishes ne'er drown that are always a drinking.

The hot thirsty fun then would drive with more halte,
Secure in the evening of such a repaft ;
And when he'd gou tipsy would have taken his nap
With double the pleasure in Thetises lap.

By the force of his rays, and thus heated with wine,
Consider how gloriously Phcbus would thine ;
What vast exhalations he'd draw up on high,
To relieve the poor earth as it wanted supply.

How happy us mortals when bless’d with such rain,
To fill all our vessels, and fill them again!
Nay even the beggar that has ne'er a dish
Might jump in the river, and drink like a fish.

What mirth and contentment in every ones .brow,
Hob as great as a prince dancing after the piow!
The birds in the air, as they play on the wing,
Although they but sip, would eternally fing.

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The fars, who I think don't to drinking incline,
Would frisk and rejoice at the fume of the wine;
And, merrily twinkling, would soon let us know
That they were as happy as mortals below.
Had this been the case, what had we then enjoy'd,
Our spirits ftill rising, our fancy ne'er cloy'd !
A pox then on Neptune, when 'was in his pow'r,
To lip, like a fool, such a fortunate hour.

SONG XXVII.

FROM ANACREON.

BY ABRAHAM COWLEY ESQ.

HE thirsty earth drinks up the rain,
And thirsts, and gapes

for drink
The plants set in the earth, they are
By constant drinking fresh and fair."
The sea itself, which, one would think,
Should have but little need to drink,
Drinks many a thousand rivers up,
Into his overflowing cup.

The busy sun (and one would guess
By his drunken fiery face no less)
Drinks up the sea, and when that's done,
The moon and stars drink up the sun.
They drink and dance by their own light,
They drink and revel all the night ;
Nothing in nature's sober found,
But an eternal health goes round.

Fill

Fill up the bowl, boys, fill it high ;
Fill all the glafles here; for why
Should every creature drink but I?
Why, man of morals, tell me why?

YE good fellows all,

SONG XXVIII.
BY ARTHUR DAWSON EŞ Q. *
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Who love to be told where there's claret good store,
Attend to the call

Of one who's ne'er frighted,

But greatly delighted,
With fix bottles more:

Be sure you don't pass

The good house Money Glass, Which the jolly red god fo peculiarly owns ;

'Twill well suit your humour,

For pray what would you more,
Than mirth, with good claret, and bumpers, 'squire Jones.

Ye lovers who pine
For lasses that oft prove as cruel as fair,
Who whimper and whine

For lilies and roses,

With eyes, lips, and nofis,
Or tip of an ear:

Come hither, I'll show you

How Phillis and Chloe
No more shall occasion such fighs and such groans ;

For what mortal so itupid

As not to quit Cupid, When call'd by good claret, and bumpers, 'squire Jones.

* Third baron of the Exchequer in Ireland. Who is said to have tranflated it frone onc of the compositions of Carolan, a celebrated modern Irish bard,

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