With Wine he'd replenish his Veins, and make his Philo fophy reel, Then fancy'd the World, like his Brains, turn'd round. like a Chariot-Wheel. ARISTOTLE, that Mafter of Arts, had been but a Dunce without Wine, And what we afcribe to his Parts, is due to the Juice of the Vine; His Belly, moft Writers agree, was as big as a Watering Trough, He therefore leap'd into the Sea, because he'd have Liquor enough. VI. Old PLATO, that learned Divine, he fondly to Wif dom was prone, But had it not been for good Wine, his Merits had never been known; By Wine we are generous made, it furnishes Fancy with Wings, Without it we ne'er fhould have had, Philosophers, Poets, or Kings. This ADDITION was made in DUBLIN. T I. HEOPHRASTUS, that eloquent Sage, by Athens fo greatly ador'd, With the Bottle would boldly engage, when mellow, was brisk as a Bird; Would chat, tell a Story and jeft, moft pleafantly over a Glafs, And thought a dumb Guest at a Feaft, but a dull Philofophical. Afs. II. Old S TRATO, who kept up a School, to teach Philo phical Drones, Drank Wine, like a Blockhead by Rule, 'till he'd fcarce any Flesh on his Bones; Yet liv'd to a very great Age, by constantly wetting his Clay, And when he grew Sick of this Stage, he infenfibly stag ger'd away. III. PYTHAG'RAS III. PYTHAG'RAS did filence enjoin, on his Pupils who Wisdom would feek, Because that he tippled good Wine, till himself was unable to speak; And when he was whimsical grown, with fipping his plentiful Bowls, By the Strength of the Juice in his Crown, he conceiv'd Tranfmigration of Souls. IV. Wife SOLON, who carefully gave good Laws unto Athens of Old, And thought the rich Crafus a Slave, tho' à King, to his Coffers of Gold; He delighted in plentiful Bowls, but drinking, much Talk would decline, Becaufe 'twas the Cuftom of Fools, to prattle much over their Wine. V. Old SOCRATES ne'er was content, till a Bottle had heightned his Joys, Who, in's Cups, to the Oracle went, or he ne'er had been counted fo Wife; Late Late Hours he certainly lov'd, made Wine the Delight of his Life, Or Xantippe would never have prov'd, fuch a damnable Scold of a Wife. VI. ARISTIPPUS, the frolick and gay, tho' wife, would not baulk his Delight, But drank in the Pride of the Day, hug'd Lais of Corinth at Night; He was always as free as a Prince, and quick at a Pun or a Jest, Would never grudge any Expence, to purchase a Cup of the Best. VII. Lewd BION would tipple like mad, and talk very wickedly too, Or else he would never have faid, the Gods were a baftardly Crew; And when he got drunk at a Feaft, to crown his Inebrious Joys, He then would reel home like a Beast, and fefs the Butt end of his Boys. VIII. THEODORUS |