LE The Grateful TOAST. ET the waiter bring clean glaffes, For I fee by all In my wishes you will join. It is not the charms of beauty To the health I'm now propofing, MOR To make the Best of Time. ORTALS, feize your fleeting treasure, Only found in love's foft pleasure; Make the most of life you can: Quick, enjoy (it is but reafon) Every inch, in youth's gay feason, Of your narrow, narrow span. WINE preferr❜d to LovE. F to love and good wine Your heart fhou'd incline, Great Bacchus gives th' only true pleasure; The follies of love Will quickly remove ; 'Tis drinking has joys above measure; All friendship is here: Come, kiss me, my dear ; No embrace like a folid full glafs: By love you can gain No more but a' chain, And then you will look like an afs. See! look on this wine; The charms are divine, 'Tis pure, without art, No tricks, or falfe heart, And never will fail to delight ye. Fond love is a bubble, A toil, and a trouble, It brings neither profit nor ease: Always young as the spring; 'Tis wine that adds length to our days. Chorus. Chor. Fill, fill every one his glass, A pox of love, there's nought but dulnefs in it On the Duke of MARLBOROUGH. NOME, let a chearful glass go round, COM To England's brave retriever; Let all our cares in this be drown'd; England's belov'd Germanicus, Bavaria's fcourge and ruin; Great Cafar's steps pursuing. Worthy of all we can bestow, To whom we all our bleffings owe, Next to the gods who gave her. The The Knights of the BATH. M'And a story you'll hear, mafters, give ear, Of a fine raree-shew, and a garter; In the abbey that day, They did all things but pray: There were ale, cakes, and gin, for the rabble; In a place ne'er were seen, Since the time that old Paul's was a ftable. The way that they took Was thro' an old crooked nook, In order they might not be feen-a; Long fcaffolds had they, To fhew them the way, Where they feldom or never had been-a. They all walk'd; for the prince And with bathing a troublesome rite-a : They'd ne'er be wash'd clean, No more than a blackamoor white-a. Tis 'Tis true that they took Aftrong oath on a book, In the times of old popery known-a; To maids, widows, and wives, Which oath if they broke, Then the fovereign's cook Was to hack of the fpur of each don-a: For his eyes must be good Now this being done, They to dinner did run, With ftomachs fo fharp, and fo keen-a; As they used to do, Without grace they fell to, Ne'er minding the chaplain, their dean-a. To finish it all, They at night had a ball, Where the ladies were drefs'd to receive 'em : What further was done, Is better unknown, So it's decent that there we fhou'd leave 'em. |