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STORY, or Song, you have left to
For Schoolmasters conjugate derivate stuff,
Now as to this Nobody I dare to say,
boughs ; Dear Captain, she whispers, somebody will hear us, Dear Miss, whispers he, there is Nobody near us. But when she's betray'd by her Passion, to Shame, And Parents and Guardians begin with their blame Who, I Sir?- not. I Sir !--no! Honour forbid it, If I am with Child, it was Nobody did it.
The tread of Gallant by Cornuto is heard,
Any-body may say, if they please, I am wrong,
UR Chorus to Bacchus, to Bacchus we'll raise,
Long Corks be my Garland instead of the Bays; With Burgundy's Blessings my Temples anoint, And toast the first Toper who drank a Half-pint.
My Song is to Bacchus, the God of the Vine,
Quoth Temperance, Water's the Med'cine of health,
“ It was when his Harvest rejoic'd the parch'd Earth, “ Beneath the first Vine, Love on Wit begot Mirth; “ Yet Hate rais'd some Rebels who broke from
“ And, drunk with his bounty, deny'd to obey.
“ He harness'd his Tygers, he marshall’d his force, " Silenus was Suiler, Lord Pan led the Horse; “ The Ganges they cross'd, came in front of the Foe. “And struck them all dead, without striking a blow...
“ 'Twas Pan did the feat, cast them into a fright, “ He cropt, like a Fox, thro' their camp in the night; “ All the Wine he drew off, while these Ignorants
snor'd, “ And into the Bottles foul Ditch IVater pour’d.
Each Rebel, next morn, rais'd the Flask to his head,
N a neighbourly way, with an honest man's fame,
Attend if you please, if you're pleas’d with a fiame,
Imprimis, let Probity lead.
Nor ever lose Gratitude's view;
Nor pilfer from Merit its due.
Be assur'd that Esteem is a noble Estate,
Let not a fond smile make you proud ;
Be not dup'd by the Roar of a Crowd.
Shun Flattery's phrase, let not Promise allure,
Nor dangle for Dinners in Taste;
Nor make new Acquaintance in haste.
Accept not Servility's treat ;
But open at once on Deceit.
Nor carry your Wit to excess;
And shrink not your arm from Distress. Oppress not the Low, nor be High People's Slave,
Nor ever despair nor be vain ;
Mediocrity ever maintain.
Let Avarice gluttonize Wealth ;
I only ask humbly for Health.
How chearful, in Health, will my latter days pass,
Unenvy'd, unenvying live;