WITH

BY THE

ITH women and wine I defy every care,
For life without these is a bubble of air;
Fach helping the other, in pleasure I roll,
And a new flow of fpirits enlivens my foul,

Let grave fober mortals my maxims condemn,
I never shall alter my conduct for them;

I care not how much they my measures decline,
Let them have their own humour-and I will have mine,

Wine, prudently us'd, will our fenfes improve;
'Tis the fpring-tide of life, and the fuel of love;
And Venus ne'er look'd with a fmile fo divine,

As when Mars bound his head with a branch of the vine.

Then come, my dear charmer! thou nymph half divine!
Firft pledge me with kiffes-next pledge me with wine:
Then giving, and taking, in mutual return,
The torch of our loves fhall eternally burn.

But should't thou my paffion for wine difapprove,
My bumper I'll quit to be blefs'd with thy love;
For rather than forfeit the joys of my lafs,
My bottle I'll break, and demolish my glass.

SONG

SONG LVIII.

BY WILLIAM SHENSTONE ESQ.

A

DIEU, ye jovial youths, who join

To plunge old Care in floods of wine; And, as your dazzled eye-balls roll, Difcern him ftruggling in the bowl.

Not yet is hope fo wholly flown,
Not yet is thought fo tedious grown,
But limpid ftream and fhady tree
Retain, as yet, fome sweets for me.

And fee, through yonder filent grove,
See yonder does my Daphne rove :
With pride her foot-steps I purfue,
And bid your frantic joys adieu.

The fole confufion I admire,
Is that my Daphnes eyes infpire:
I fcorn the madness you approve,
And value Reafon next to Love,

PART THE THIRD.

MISCELLANEOUS SONGS.