'Tis when we drink the leaft, That we drink most like a beaft; But when we caroufe it fix in hand, 'Tis then, and only then, That we drink the most like men, When we drink till we can neither go nor stand. SONG XLII. HE man that is drunk is void of all care, THE He needs neither Parthian quiver nor fpear: Undaunted he goes among bullies and whores, As late I rode out, with my fkin full of wine, No monster could put you in half so much fear, In Africas defart there never was feen Come place me, ye deities, under the line, Where grows not a tree, nor a plant, but the vine; Or Or place me where funfhine is ne'er to be found, My tutor may Job me, and lay me down rules; 'Twas thus Alexander was tutor❜d in vain, This world is a tavern, with liquor well flor'd, SONG XLIV. FROM AURELIUS AUGURELLUS.] G BY DR. PARNEL L. AY Bacchus, liking Eftcourts wine, And for the guests that were to dine, The The god near Cupid drew his chair, Thus wine makes love forget its care, The more to please the fpritely god, Then Cupid nam'd at every glafs A lady of the sky, While Bacchus fwore he'd drink the lafs, Fat Comus tofs'd his brimmer o'er, They call'd, and drank at every touch, Free jets run all the table round, Gay Bacchus little Cupid ftung, By reck'ning his deceits; And Cupid mock'd his stamm'ring tongue, 2 And And Jocus droll'd on Comus' ways, And tales without a jeft; While Comus call'd his witty plays Such talk foon fet them all at odds, I'd fing ye, how they drank like gods, To part the fray, the Graces fly, Bacchus appeas'd, rais'd Cupid up, cup, Jocus took Comus' rofy crown, And gayly wore the prize, And thrice, in mirth, he push'd him down, Then Cupid fought the myrtle grove, Where Venus did recline, They join'd to rail at wine. And Comus, loudly curfing wit, Roll'd off to some retreat, E Bacchus Bacchus and Jocus ftill behind, For one fresh glass prepare; They kifs, and are exceeding kind, But part in time, whoever hear To chase the spleen with cup and can Duke Philip took his way, Babes yet unborn fhall never fee The like of fuch a day. MILTON. The |