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The dainty-fed Dame, in unpinn'd dishabille,
While soft broken murmurs betray her delight,
Lady Luna down looking, the luscious scene sees, Withdrew her beams, blushing, from silver-topp'd
trees ; In a cloud veils her face, crying out, fie for shame! To Endymion drives off, -and with him does the same.
'Tis Hypocrisy's Humour, the Ton of the Times,
Reason ne'er had the Head-ach, no Toasts he'll
approve ; Reason ne'er had the Heart-ach-he ne'er was in Love...
2?? But poor honest Instinct, he's always to blame, For he'll drink and he'll love, and--why we do the
My Country! my Country ? that Phrase cannot fail;
Let us, without blaming or this side or that,
Your sentiment, Decency, give it to me,
LOVE AND WINE'S PARTNERSHIP.
T was as one morning on Ida Jove shone,
Her arms she expanded, embracing his throne,
Saying, Sire, oh save me from Ruin! For Justice Dione to Jupiter prays,
They abandon my Temples and Shrine, Sir, That Sot and his Sots, have extinguish'd my Blaze,
And drown'd Beauty's Altars in Wine, Sir,
By Styx, but 'tis false, jolly Bacchus reply'd:
Such slander I'll never endure, Ma'am. Love's pains to assuage men that many things try'd,
In me only met with their Cure, Ma'am. Your ignorant Urchin, your Booby, is blind,
And scatters his Arrows at random ; The Heart they mislead, and they madden the Mind;
'Tis Wine which alone can withstand 'em.
Where is it? th' Olympical Grand called out,
Young Semele bumper'd Champaign, Sir, Full nimbly the Genius brush'd it about.
Quoth Monarch, I'll drink again, Sir. So laying his Lightning's Artillery down,
His Tresses imperially shaking, To Venus put on a majestical frown,
Saying, Certainly you are mistaken. Mistaken, Papa ?-Miss pray hold your tongue,
You'd better.- Fove thunder'd to Venus: 'Pon 'Onner (she pertly reply'd) you are wrong,
Celestials be Judges between us.
Thus order'd Lord Chancellor Jove, Sir.
Decreeing for Wine or for Love, Sir.
Unarray'd, Beauty figur'd before 'em ;
What peeping there was 'mong the Quorum! The Patron of Vines saw 'twou'd go for the Wench,
Unless that a Dust he cou'd kick up, Tipp'd Hermes the wink, and they bumper'd the
Bench 'Till the Court only chorus'd a Hickup. With eye-lids half-clos'd, one attempted at Speech,
But wind over-charg'd his expression. My Opin--nin--nin--nin-but bump on his Breech
He squatted, and snor'd out the Session. Apollo was Chairman, in full buckld wig,
For that Day, being Juno's Physician, Smelt Cane, strok'd his Chin, us'd hard words, and
look'd big, As became his Right Worship’s Condition.
The Statutes, quoth he, the Statutes at Large,
Aye and small too, declare Coram Nob. But Head was too heavy to hold out the Charge,
It dropp'd, and down fell his full Bob :
Stupidity office disgraces ;
And we know the W’ise Folks too want Places.
Now Bacchus and Venus agreed 'twixt themselves
Altercation hereafter to smother;
And friendly assist one another.
And think too about something clever;-
us drink, Here's Drinking and Loving for ever.
And all Love's lullaby ;-
The Deuce a bit will I.
With fa, la, la.
Shou'd you expect, in Sorrow's guise,
I'll wear a woful face,
Mine is no Lovesick Case-
Or if you think in golden rain,
Like Jove, I'll pave my way,
I've only this to say,
Your Taste, your Talk, I may admire,
And praise, with truth, your Face;
And give Expression Grace.
Well kens the Lass what I wou'd win,
And well I ken the Road;
A Patriot A-la-mode,-
Least said, they say, is mended soon,
With you I'll not dispute ;
'Tis sweet, when short's the suit.
With fa, la, la.