It is not the fmack Of Ale, or of Sack, That can with Tobacco compare : For Tafte, and for Smell It bears away the Bell From 'em both where ever they are: For all their Bravado, It is Trinidado That both their Nofes will wipe Of the praises they defire, Unless they conspire To Sing to the Tune of his Pipe. BAC BACCHU S's Feast. ACCHUS when merry beftriding his Tun, The first that appear'd was a Man of the Gown, He fill'd up his Bowl, drank Healths to the Church, Altho' he long fince left both in the lurch, Yet he canted like any thing. The next was a Talkative Blade whom we cal' A Doctor of the Civil Law, Who gufled and drank up the Devil and all, Because still the fafter the Quality dy'd, It brought the more Grift to his Mill. The next a Physician to Ladies and Lords, And conjures Diftempers away with hard Words; He step'd from his Coach, fill'd his Cup to the brim That Bacchus who gave us fuch Cordial to drink Was a better Physician than he. The next was a Justice who never read Law, On Free-coft he Tippl'd and still bid 'em draw, Then Then reeling away they all rambled in quest The fifth was a tricking Attorney at Law, By Tally-men chiefly imploy'd, Who lengthned his Bill with Co-hy- and Maw-draw; And a Hundred fuch Items befide; The Healths that he drank was to Wefiminfler-Hall, And to all the Grave Dons of the Gown, Rependum & Petro, dorendum & Paul, Such Latin as never was known. The last that appear'd was a Soldier in Red, He swore by his G-d, tho' he liv'd by his King, That he would not depart 'till he had made the Butt And himself moft confoundedly Drunk. (fing, The |