WIT

ZITH 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 spirits enlivens my soul,

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Let grave sober 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 senses improve ;
'Tis the spring-tide of life, and the fuel of love ;
And Venus ne'er look'd with a smile so divine,
As when Mars bound his head with a branch of the vine.

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

But should't thou my pasion for wine disapprove,
My bumper I'll quit to be bless'd with thy love;
For rather than forfeit the joys of my lass,
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,
Discern him struggling in the bowl.

Not yet is hope fo wholly flown,
Not yet is thought so tedious grown,
But limpid stream and shady tree
Retain, as yet, some sweets for me.

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

The sole confufion I admire,
Is that my Daphnes eyes inspire :
[ scorn the madness you approve,
And value Reason next to Love,

Houth

PART THE THIRD.

MISCELLANEOUS SONGS.